Then, David pulled out the pre-marriage contract and coldly threw it in my face.
"Since you were the one who betrayed me first and even had a bastard with someone else, according to our contract, you leave with nothing!"
I let out a cold laugh and said nothing. That so-called "contract" was only valid on the condition that we were legally married. In both of my lives, even after our child was born, we had never actually registered our marriage. A wedding had taken place. Yet, when I brought up getting the marriage certificate, David hesitated and held me in his arms, trying to persuade me
"It’s just a piece of paper. We already had the wedding, so we’re already husband and wife. The company is going public soon and I’m really busy. Let’s handle the paperwork later, okay?"
Of course, I knew exactly what he was scheming.
Right now, everything my parents gave me is considered premarital property. But if I only inherit it after the company goes public, those assets would be counted as marital property—meaning David would be entitled to half.
In my past life, I thought he was just trying to negotiate a better deal for himself, so I turned a blind eye.
I never imagined he’d go so far just to make sure my family’s wealth had no heirs. Now, seeing how desperate he was to enforce that so-called loyalty contract, I let out a cold laugh.
"David, don’t be so greedy it’s disgusting."
"All we did was hold a wedding. We never even registered our marriage. On what grounds do you think you can kick me out with nothing?"
"And don’t forget you promised my parents there would be a one-year evaluation period. Well, I’m telling you now you failed. We’re done."
I ignored David’s shocked reaction as I held my son tightly. I left him just like that.
On the way back to my parents’ house, I sank into memories of my past life.
Just because David didn’t want to be seen as a ‘simple’ househusband, afraid that it would hurt his pride as a man, I took a step back and compromised—only asking that our child take my surname. Nothing else mattered to me.
David had agreed without hesitation. So, we held a grand wedding and invited all our family and friends.
Everything that followed seemed pleasant enough until I gave birth to our son this October. That was when David revealed a completely different side of himself.
"Honey, I’m a man. We’re still married. I don’t think our child should take your surname?"