Back in school, my pursuit of him had been practically the talk of the campus. 

After getting married, we moved into my parents’ unused villa. 

I had handed over my savings to help him start a business, and my father had pulled every string he could to make it a success. 

Within five years, Steven became the sought-after Mr. Cobham. 

At our wedding, he had vowed in front of everyone, “Anya, I swear to love and cherish you forever.” 

I believed him so much that I quietly stepped out of the spotlight, giving him full control of the company. 

However, his newfound wealth had brought along his high school crush, Melanie, whom he hired as his personal assistant. 

In the past, I might have thrown a tantrum, screamed, or cried. Every time I did, Steven would look down on me, scolding me for being unreasonable and insecure. 

What he didn’t know was that while he had been busy kissing Melanie today, I had bled while drinking with a company client. It was only when I was sent to the hospital that I found out I had been pregnant—and miscarrying. 

I had called him several times, but he had declined every call. I later realized he had been too busy with Melanie to even notice me. 

Suddenly, I felt like none of this mattered anymore. I sighed with a wry smile, looking at Steven’s self-righteousness. 

The thunder outside roared louder, mirroring my feelings. 

“Steven, let’s divorce,” I said finally. “The house and car are mine. They were premarital assets. We’ll split the company 50-50.” 

His eyes widened in disbelief. “Anya, are you insane? I just kissed her! You’re divorcing me over this? I didn’t know you were such a petty, narrow-minded woman!” 

Before I could respond, his phone rang. The voice on the other end was light and sweet. 

“Steve, it’s storming, and I’m scared. I’m all alone. Can you come over and keep me company?” Melanie asked. 

Steven gently reassured her, “Don’t worry, Lanie. I’ll be there soon.” 

His voice was softer than I had ever heard him speak to me.