Chapter 2

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up from the floor. Some of Sophia's friends asked guiltily:

"James, should we take you to the hospital? Sophia, she..."

Before they could finish, I glanced at my bleeding arm and laughed.

Now even a stranger knew to care about me.

But my wife had walked away with someone else without looking back.

I shook my head:

"No need, I can manage."

With that, I limped out and took a cab to the hospital.

During the bandaging, each touch made my whole body shudder from the pain.

Then my phone buzzed. I opened it—Colton had just updated his Ins.

[Gift from my best friend to make it up to me. Look how happy we are!]

In the photo, a Maltese dog sat in the middle, with Sophia and Colton smiling happily behind it.

They really did look like a happy family.

I casually liked the post.

The next second, Sophia's call came through.

"James, what's your problem? I just bought Colton a puppy and you're being sarcastic!"

I didn't respond. She continued:

"By the way, Colton's shirt got wet, so I'm taking him home to change. Don't forget this is all your fault!"

Before I could answer, she hung up with a sharp click.

I laughed self-deprecatingly and contacted a lawyer about divorce proceedings.

Just after I sent the message, a doctor recognized me.

He said the results from mine and Sophia's checkup were ready.

I followed him to the office, but the next moment, what the doctor said shocked me.

"By the way, your wife is pregnant. Congratulations!"

I couldn't believe it, thinking I was hallucinating, staring hard at the test results.

Since my parents died, I'd always longed to have a child of my own.

But it had to happen now...

After much hesitation, I recalled the email I'd just sent.

I thought I'd give Sophia one more chance.

And give the baby in her belly one more chance.

Because the hospital was crowded, by the time I finished treating my wound and got home, it was late at night.

Before I even opened the door, I heard playful laughter from inside.

Sophia's face was covered in foam, and even her body was splattered with it.

But she had severe OCD.

Once when I accidentally splashed a drop of oil on her while eating, she found me disgusting for an entire week.

But now, because it was Colton, she showed no anger despite being covered in foam.

Seeing me return, Sophia immediately breathed a sigh of relief, snatching the hair dye from Colton's hands:

"Leave this kind of service work to my husband. You're so clumsy, I really don't know what woman would dare marry you!"

Colton protested indignantly, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at her.

"Mind your own business! It's not like it's you anyway!"

Sophia was amused by his antics, but worried he'd fall, she defended herself while protecting his body.

And I just stood in the entryway, watching their intimate interaction as if I weren't there, feeling only tightness in my chest.

I didn't take the hair dye as I normally would.

Instead, I went straight to the bedroom to change out of my dirty clothes.

When I came back out, Sophia was wearing headphones, keeping Colton company while he played games.

I walked over and handed her the test results.

Hearing movement, Sophia reluctantly turned from the computer.

"What's this?"

Just as she finished speaking, Colton screamed.

"Save me! I'm about to be killed by the enemy!"

"And... and the ice cream in my mouth is dripping. Quick, wipe it for me..."

Sophia said with disgust,

"Gross!" But her hands didn't stop moving. She grabbed the nearby test results and wrapped up the half-melted ice cream, casually tossing it into the trash.

At that moment, standing to the side, I didn't even have the desire to speak anymore.