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Chapter 1

My lawyer husband came home drunk, pinned me down on the bed, and tore off my nightgown to kiss me.

We hadn't been this intimate in a long time. Ever since his law firm expanded, he rarely came home. His sudden passion caught me off guard. Just as I was about to reach climax, he suddenly said to me, "Do you see it? I got your name tattooed on my heart."

I saw the name "Amelia" tattooed on his chest. That wasn't my name—it belonged to his mistress.

Ethan noticed my rigidity, and his drunkenness instantly sobered by half. He sat up on the bed, his back to me, silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, "Tara, let's get divorced."

My mind went completely blank. My heart felt like someone had viciously carved it out with a knife, so painful I could barely breathe.

He clutched his lighter, fingers trembling, yet his voice was calm: "Amelia never cares about my money. She just wants a title. I should give it to her."

Tears immediately blurred my vision. My voice trembled: "When did it start?"

Ethan said, "Three years ago, I was on a business trip in Chicago. The firm was in crisis, I was under tremendous pressure. That case was so tricky it kept me awake all night. That evening, she suddenly appeared at my hotel room door, soaked in rain, pitifully throwing herself into my arms. She comforted me, gave me warmth."

I gripped the bedsheet tightly, my nails digging into my palms. Three years ago... I closed my eyes, tears falling silently.

I remembered that period when Ethan was overwhelmed by that difficult case, and his mother had just been in a car accident. I single-handedly rushed her to the hospital, so busy I nearly collapsed, while also taking care of Bella. Even so, I still found time to text him:

——【Don't worry, I'll handle everything. You focus on winning that case.】

——【No matter what, our family is here for you.】

That night, I thought I was supporting our little family. But him? He was in another city, falling in love with another woman.

I never imagined he could hide it for three years!

For three years, he played the role of a proper husband in front of our family while sleeping with another woman.

I looked up at him through my tears, "Ethan, if you weren't a successful and wealthy lawyer, would she still want you?"

Ethan turned his head away, looking at the corner of the bedroom, his tone unsettling: "Tara, I know you love me. But Amelia isn't after my money. For three years, she's had no status, endured so much pain. I can't disappoint her anymore."

So he could disappoint me instead?