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I signed my name on the divorce papers.

Everything was settled now, nothing would change anymore.

I wiped my face with my hand, my eyes becoming clear again, as if comforting myself I said, "I'm giving up Sophie, this woman I both love and hate."

All the previous hardship and sadness slowly faded away after I signed the divorce papers.

Thinking of Sophie, I suddenly felt incredibly ironic.

What good would it do for me to be heartbroken here? Perhaps Sophie was already in bed with Dylan.

She never had me in her heart to begin with. Haven't I gotten used to this over these past few years? I couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

Still, I felt somewhat unwilling to accept this. Why should they get away with doing something so wrong to me without any consequences?

I couldn't help wanting to make Sophie suffer. So I picked up my phone, clicked on Sophie's profile, and commented on their Instagram photo where they were holding hands interlocked.

My comment read: [Let's get divorced. I wish you both happiness and a long life together. You and Dylan don't need to rack your brains finding excuses to sleep together anymore.]

Sophie and I had been married for six years, and we knew a lot of people together.

Moreover, the photo she posted didn't show Dylan's face. Many people thought the person in the photo was me and her, thinking we were showing off our love, even commenting in the section saying our relationship was truly enviable.

Sophie didn't explain, just let me serve as a shield for her secret dates with Dylan. This truly disgusted me.

So I directly explained the truth in the Instagram comments, wanting everyone to see Sophie's true colors.

As a result, before even a minute passed, Sophie's accusatory phone call came through.

Sophie said on the phone, "What nonsense are you spouting on Instagram? What will people think of me when they see this?

"I've already explained to you. Dylan doesn't have much time left. Won't you even fulfill this small wish of his?"

Maybe because I didn't respond, Sophie's voice became even more cutting.

She said, "Charlie, how did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you? Do you really have the heart to let him die without any descendants?"

Hearing Sophie's words, I just felt utterly disgusted.

As my wife, Sophie now wanted to sleep with another man, have his children, and expected me to endure it without objection, even provide them convenience?

Besides, was Dylan's wish really just to sleep with Sophie once and lose his so-called virginity?

This was absolutely ridiculous.

At this moment, after hearing her words, the last bit of attachment I had to this relationship completely disappeared.

I let out a cold laugh.

Then I told her, "You're no longer my wife. What does your business have to do with me?

"Whether you have ten children with Dylan in the future has nothing to do with me. Oh, I get it now. You want me to help you raise the children, right?

"Sophie, I've never seen a woman as shameless as you."

After saying this, I hung up the phone while suppressing the murderous impulse in my heart.

I felt that staying with her even one more second would bring me bad luck.

As you can see, the reason Sophie and I divorced was absurdly terrifying. To ensure her cancer-stricken first love Dylan had no regrets, she wanted to help him lose his so-called virginity, then bear him a child.

A week ago, Sophie suddenly told me that Dylan had returned.

When I heard those words, I instinctively gripped my phone tighter, then pretended not to care as I asked her why Dylan had come back.

Because I knew all too well how important Dylan was to Sophie.

Sophie's eyes looked a bit red.

She said, "Dylan has terminal stomach cancer, so he wants to return to his hometown to spend his final days."

Initially, although I cared about Sophie and Dylan's past relationship, considering that Dylan didn't have much time left, I could reluctantly accept Sophie frequently visiting him.

But I never expected that two weeks later, Sophie would suddenly approach me with a hesitant expression, saying she wanted to discuss something with me.

I didn't understand what she wanted to discuss. But seeing her serious demeanor, a bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart.

Sophie hesitated for a while.

Then she firmly told me, "I want to have Dylan's child."

"What?" I asked.

Hearing her words, my mind went completely blank. What did this mean? My wife was actually telling me she wanted to have another man's child?