Chapter 4The Choice He Couldn't Make: My Ex-Husband's Bitter Regret

I summoned Arthur back home, but I didn't mention divorce.

I looked at the man, who had visibly lost weight, and quickly averted my gaze.

"I didn't pick you up last night. Where did you sleep?"

Arthur's fingers twitched slightly. After a moment, he said:

"I slept at the office."

I couldn't quite describe what I felt in my heart. There wasn't much sorrow left.

Just an overwhelming sense of disappointment.

When did Arthur learn to lie to me so effortlessly?

The man who once promised to treat me with absolute honesty for the rest of his life had changed.

I didn't expose his lie. For me, it had lost all meaning.

"How many months is she?"

Arthur paused for a few seconds, as if he couldn't bear to hurt me.

"Almost seven months."

After saying that, he dropped to one knee in front of me and buried his face deeply into my lap.

His tears soaked through my skirt.

"Ellie, I was wrong. Please don't throw me away."

In my entire memory of him, Arthur had never cried.

Now, he was sobbing uncontrollably.

Watching him cry made my heart physically ache.

But I knew that, in this moment, I couldn't afford to be soft-hearted.

"Arrange a meeting for me and that girl."

We chose to meet at Chloe's apartment.

Arthur waited outside the door.

Chloe gently caressed her lower belly, her eyes brimming with pure anticipation for the child.

"That night, the lights were off in the room, and I was genuinely terrified."

"But the next morning, when I saw Mr. Sterling sleeping beside me... for a split second, I actually felt lucky."

Chloe smiled as she spoke.

She looked up at me, still maintaining that gentle, innocent facade.

"Mrs. Sterling, Arthur and I are going to have a child very soon. Why don't you just step aside and let us be together?"

Without Arthur around, this girl was like a completely different person.

Honestly, I wasn't that surprised.

Because the night I went to the bar to find Arthur, I saw Chloe glance toward the door crack.

I knew she had seen me watching them that night.

She slowly stood up and pushed open a closed door in the apartment.

Inside was a beautifully decorated, warm nursery.

"Arthur personally picked out everything in here. He decorated this room himself."

"It's not that he has no expectations for this child."

I really wanted to maintain my last shred of dignity and composure in front of this woman flaunting my husband's fatherly love.

But she still managed to enrage me.

So, Arthur did look forward to this child.

He wasn't as indifferent as he claimed.

All the strength drained from my body. I leaned heavily against the dining table, accidentally knocking over a glass of water.

It shattered with a crisp crash, mirroring the fracturing of my own heart.

Hearing the noise, Arthur burst in. What he saw was me swaying unsteadily on my feet, while Chloe lay on the floor crying out in pain.

I will never forget that day—the day Arthur's first choice was no longer me.

Chloe shot me a triumphant smirk, convinced she had won the war.

As he brushed past me, Arthur hesitated for only a fraction of a second.

Ultimately, he bypassed me entirely, scooped Chloe up in his arms, and rushed her to the hospital.