My Husband Wants to Divorce Me for His Benefactor’s Daughter
In the fifth year of my marriage to Silas, news broke about the girl he had been keeping at a hotel. It became public knowledge.
To prevent her from being labeled as “the other woman,” Silas came to me with divorce papers, saying, “Professor Simon helped me in the past. On his deathbed, he asked me to take care of Jane. Now that this has happened, I can’t ignore it.”
All these years, Jane had always been Silas’s first choice.
In my previous life, when I heard these words, I broke down and threw a huge fit, refusing
to divorce.
Until I developed severe depression. Silas, because of Jane’s comment that “she doesn’t look sick,” concluded that I was faking it. He thought I was playing hard to get and trying to frame him for cheating, so he directly filed for divorce.
It was then that I realized I could never compete with a debt of gratitude. In despair, I
committed suicide.
When I opened my eyes again, I signed those divorce papers without hesitation.
“Thea, after this blows over, can we remarry?” Silas asked, kneeling beside me in the garden of our villa.
Just three hours ago, paparazzi had exposed Jane as Silas’s suspected mistress. The internet was digging into her past, calling her a homewrecker who had interfered in our
sweet love story.
Silas’s image as a devoted husband crumbled, and Smith Corporation’s stock price began. to fluctuate.
In my previous life, when Silas brought me the divorce papers, I hated him so much that I uprooted all the roses he had planted for me in the yard. I hysterically questioned his relationship with Jane.
She was just the daughter of his mentor There were thousands of ways to resolve this
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But he chose to sacrifice me.
Just to prevent Jane’s depression from worsening. What Silas didn’t know was that during the time the news was spreading like wildfire, I had also been diagnosed with moderate depression.
“Thea.” Silas called my name again, pulling me back from my thoughts.
I lowered my gaze to the divorce papers on the stone table.
He knelt on one knee beside me, his deep eyes looking at me, his warm palms enveloping my hands.
His tone was coaxing. “Thea, just do this for me, okay?”
“We’ll announce to the public that our marriage has been in name only for a long time, and we had planned to divorce a year ago but couldn’t find the right time.”
I remained silent for a long time. Behind him, Jane wore a white dress with Silas’s jacket draped over her shoulders. Her lips were pale, and her eyes were red.
“Thea, please help me,” Jane pleaded. “My mother committed suicide due to
cyberbullying and depression. I don’t want to follow in her footsteps. Thea, I’m begging you on my knees, please help me…”
As she spoke, she was about to kneel down when Silas quickly stood up and instinctively pulled her into his arms.
His face darkened as he scolded her in a low voice, “What are you doing?”
Jane choked up, her voice weak and tearful. She lowered her tear–filled eyes and said, “I… I just wanted to make Thea feel better.”
Silas’s brow immediately furrowed with impatience. He looked at me, the tenderness completely gone from his face.
“Thea, I didn’t come here to discuss this with you,” he said coldly.
“I’ve already made my decision. If you’re not willing to divorce, then don’t blame me—”
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I calmly raised my eyes to meet his gaze, and his next words died in his throat.
But I knew what he was going to say.
He was going to say: “Thea, you know my methods. I have a thousand ways to make you
sign willingly.”
“Even if it comes to filing for divorce, you won’t be able to win against Gu Corporation’s lawyers.”
These were his exact words in my previous life. Later, I was set up and sent to the beds of several male models. The evidence of my infidelity was irrefutable.
Overnight, I became a slut, subjected to public criticism.
While he and Jane became innocent victims.
“I can sign, but you have to promise me one thing,” I said after a long pause.
