[The CEO of Purnell Co. builds hundreds of churches to pray for his wife and child’s safety.]
Michael was doing everything he could to show the world how much he cared about Regina and their baby. I couldn’t stop the bitterness from rising in my chest. When I lost my first child, I cried through the night, unable to sleep. I begged Michael to go with me to mourn for our baby.
However, he said I was bad luck. And then he said I ruined the mood he and Regina had just created. So, he left me alone on a cold and empty mountain.
It turned out that Michael didn’t hate children. He just didn’t want mine. To be exact, he just didn’t want me.
I swallowed the pain and walked into the mansion, dragging my tired body behind me. My steps were heavy. Everything hurt.
While I was packing my things, Michael walked in. He stared at the suitcase with confusion, like he couldn’t believe I was actually leaving.
“You don’t have to move out,” he said.
“I know you can’t bear to leave me. Just move into the guest room. Regina won’t mind, she’s kind.”
My injuries still ached. I stood up straight, holding the suitcase tightly.
“We’re already divorced. There’s no reason for me to stay here.”
“I don’t want anything else. Just give me back the shares from my dowry.”
Michael looked like he still wanted me to stay, but I didn’t care anymore.
“To avoid upsetting Regina,” I added.
“It’s better if none of my things are left behind.”
That finally got him moving. He went to the safe, unlocked it and began rummaging through it. After a while, he pulled out the contract. It was a crumpled and dirty paper from under the corner of the table.
He laughed awkwardly.
“Last time, Regina and I were playing in the study … I used it to stop the table from wobbling.”
I took the contract and slowly tried to flatten it. My hands were shaking.
Tears fell before I could stop them.
“Michael … you’ve gone too far.”
We were married. I gave everything for this marriage.
Even though the Cooke Family’s business wasn’t as big as the Purnell Family’s, it was still my parents’ life’s work. My mother gave me everything she had before she died, hoping it would make my future better in the Purnell Family.
But I had wasted it all for a man who didn’t care and a marriage that never loved me back.
I was indeed a fool for choosing this man.
My hard work wasn't supposed to be treated like this.