"I'm busy right now, don't bother me."
In the dead of night, what could he possibly be busy with Amelia?
"It's okay... We still have Michael."
He forced a casual laugh, but his expression was even uglier than if he had cried.
Before I could respond, he walked to the room and skillfully closed the door.
It seemed like he had forgotten that our true eldest son, Michael, had been separated from me since birth.
For so many years, he has harbored the most resentment towards me.
As I gazed at the closed door, for the first time, I didn't try to reconcile.
Throughout our seven years of marriage, I had always been the one to make amends in every conflict.
About half a year ago, our conflicts intensified, and I acted out of selfish desire, thinking that having another child whom I could raise myself would surely ease the tension in our family.
It would also allow me to experience the long-lost affection through the baby.
But I was wrong. With the baby's departure, the conflict between us had reached an irreconcilable point.
"Goodbye, Irvin."
I muttered to myself as I faced the door.
Early the next morning, I was still packing my things.
Amelia knocked on the door and stood pitifully with the fruit in her hand.
"Mrs. McDowell, I heard that you're going to divorce Mr. McDowell. Could you... please not act rashly?"
I leaned against the door, observing her carefully.
Amelia was Irvin's secretary, rumored to come from a poor family, but she was very diligent.
Her efforts were not only directed towards her work but also towards seducing Irvin.
I had seen her use countless excuses to lure Irvin away from me, and afterwards, she would claim that I was being petty and had misunderstood their relationship.
But what legitimate president would have such a close relationship with his secretary, spending time together even late at night?
I smiled, tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm getting a divorce, and you're conveniently taking my place. Isn't that good?"
Upon hearing this, Amelia's face turned pale.
With tears in her eyes, she tried to explain, "Mrs. McDowell, I'm sorry. Mr. McDowell said you just lost your child. I thought having a pet would make you happy."
"You knew about my miscarriage even before Irvin did, and you executed it quite cleverly."
"No, it's not like that," Amelia shook her head, wanting to explain further, but then abruptly stopped and simply started crying silently.