Chapter 3 No.3

I didn't expect Zachary to come to me.

"Are you here to go through the divorce procedure?" I asked him in the garden of the hospital.

He stared at me deeply with his bright eyes. "I'm here to take you home."

"My home is here, where my parents and Frank are," I replied.

"Erik needs you," he said.

"Nah. He needed me but doesn't anymore. His birth mother has returned. He likes her more, doesn't he?"

Charlee posted on Instagram to show off her daily life with Erik every day.

"I met a little fella in my crush's house. We like each other so much."

"When he called me Mom, his voice was so soft and sweet. Awe! My heart is melting."

"His mother abandoned him. I seemed to become the mother he dreamed of."

It was indeed ridiculous. Erik was her biological son, but she pretended she hadn't seen him before.

Perhaps it was because Charlee wanted to continue to maintain her public image as a perfect goddess.

She had millions of fans online and was beautiful, highly educated, rich, and free. She often posted about being independent and confident.

In an environment where women's independence was prioritized, feminism had become a new fashion.

Her fans didn't know she had a child before marriage when she was 19 years old. After knowing that her son had autism, she evaded the responsibility of raising him.

"Charlee is inexperienced and can't take care of Erik," said Zachary expressionlessly, "come back with me. I'll give you money."

I didn't want to.

Fifty thousand bucks a month was a lot, but I cherished the hard-won peaceful life now.

I had a job and could make enough money to stay with my family.

The doctor said Frank's condition had worsened, and that his organs might be depleted at any time. He could probably only survive for two years.

"I'll give you one hundred thousand dollars a month," said Zachary.

I shook my head.

"Two hundred thousand? Three hundred thousand? Five..." Zachary added continuously.

However, no matter how much money he would give me, Frank was dying. I disagreed with the deal.

I turned around and was about to leave, but Zachary hugged me from behind.

"Let me go!" All of a sudden, countless grievances welled up in my heart, and I struggled fiercely.

Zachary, however, held me tightly as if he was going to melt me into his flesh and blood.

"Aren't you happy to be my wife?" His voice was cold.

He was always like that. His words were distant and cold, and he never showed any emotion to me, as if he was giving orders to a stranger.

On the contrary, his embrace was strong and tight.

Tears blurred my vision. The street lamps in front of me turned into fireflies flying up and down in the grass.

I was not happy.

My happiness only existed when I was in my college.

At that time, I followed the most outstanding female scholar in our country to study feminism. I went to the countryside with my like-minded partners to rescue the women who were abducted and sold to the countryside.

We squatted in the grass and were on the lookout. Fireflies flew around us. Mosquitoes bit us so hard that we itched all over.

After a long time, we finally got the evidence and posted the photos online, which caused a huge uproar. Finally, we successfully rescued the women who were abducted.

At that time, I was full of dreams, the most compassionate and the happiest.

Now, I had lost myself.

My former friends scolded me for being depraved, turning from a feminist vanguard to a woman supporting her younger brother without any limit and a gold-digger. They felt ashamed to be my friends.

I also look down upon myself.

The root of all sin started from the evening when I was 23 years old.

If that thing had never happened, maybe I would have still been a happy feminist, free and independent, unremitting efforts for my dreams.

In that case, I wouldn't have become a woman supporting her younger brother without any limit, and I wouldn't have had to enter the Mason family to raise money for Frank's medical bills.

In that case, I wouldn't have known Zachary and married him, although he didn't love me.

Still holding me tightly, Zachary said in a low voice, "Go back with me. I'll let my assistant send you back after going through the divorce procedure."

I agreed as I only wanted to get divorced as soon as possible.