"You don’t even care about your own son, and you can’t keep your husband’s heart. I heard you’ll never be able to have children again? My son marrying you is the worst misfortune of his life. Get lost—just looking at you takes ten years off my life."

Humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave.

I clenched my fingers around my phone, where I had long since prepared the divorce papers.

Without a word, I struggled to my feet, limping toward the study upstairs.

I retrieved the printed divorce agreement and placed it into my bag before heading to the guest room to look for Samuel.

But he wasn’t there.

Instead, I saw the nanny holding Apollo, who had just finished feeding and was sleeping soundly.

Frowning in confusion, I suddenly heard noises coming from our bedroom—sounds that made my stomach turn.

The door wasn’t fully closed.

Through the gap, I saw Xandra straddling Samuel, her blouse was wide open as she cooed in a sickly sweet voice. "Sam, I have too much milk... Apollo’s appetite is too small, and I’m so full it hurts~"

"I feel awful... Won’t you help me relieve it?"

Samuel hesitated. "Xandra, don’t... You just gave birth two days ago. Your body can’t handle it. You already took a huge risk hiding your pregnancy from your husband to have my child—I can’t put you in danger again..."

Xandra grabbed his head and pressed him against her chest. "Silly Sam, I’m not afraid—so what are you afraid of? I wanted to give birth to your child. My husband is always away; he doesn’t even know. Come on, pamper me a little. Don’t you want to taste the sweetness of battle-scarred love?"

Samuel finally lost control. He leaned in, his lips sealing over her skin.

The sounds inside grew more obscene, making my stomach churn with nausea.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and fled the house.

Only when I inhaled the crisp air outside did the suffocating weight in my chest lessen. But the tears wouldn’t stop falling.

'Samuel, you knew I was just downstairs. How could you do this? In our bedroom?!'

I slumped onto the doorstep, dazed, not knowing how much time had passed.

Then, without warning, a foul-smelling liquid was dumped over my head.

I gasped in shock as the stench filled my nose.

Xandra stood before me, her lips curled into a smug smirk.

"Lydia, how does my son’s urine taste? Did you enjoy watching Samuel lose himself in me?"

So this was intentional. She wanted me to see everything.