Chapter 2The Second Chance He Didn't Deserve

After receiving the call from Mrs. Zhang, I, who had already fallen asleep, got up from the bed and put on a very scheming natural-looking makeup.

It made my eyebrows and eyes look less sharp, adding a touch of exhaustion and grievance. Who told Lucas to be soft-hearted but hard-headed?

When he arrived, I didn't open the door when he rang the bell. He opened it himself with his key.

He was afraid of waking me up and afraid I wasn't home. He tiptoed upstairs until he saw the figure lying on the bed. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Lucas didn't know whether to wake me up. And if he did, what should he say?

He only knew that after half a month, he was finally lying in the same bed with his wife again. He reached out to hug me as if nothing had happened, "Wife, give me a hug!"

But what happened happened. I was glad I was rational. I gently pushed him away. I didn't quarrel with him. I turned on the light, sat up, didn't turn back, my voice slightly hoarse, "Let's talk."

Lucas knew he couldn't dodge this and had to face it. He also sat up and said "Okay" nervously.

At this moment, he was even prepared for divorce.

Although he just realized that he didn't want a divorce that much. His wife had a decent job, a decent education, and impeccable looks. Except for not being as young as the new young secretary, she was superior to the new young secretary in every way.

More importantly, we finally had a child together, the child he had once looked forward to immensely.

I turned to look at him, my eyes red as if I had cried before. The sharp eyebrows and eyes suddenly seemed much softer in front of him.

Lucas couldn't take his eyes off me immediately. He felt I looked just like when we first started dating. Once upon a time, I was also a little girl whose eyes would turn red after a few words of quarrel with people.

Rather than the strong woman he was familiar with now.

Seeing him recall the past, I knew this step of the plan was successful. I discussed with him calmly, "Because you helped me when I was in my most difficult time and brought me out of the swamp of my original family, I give you two choices.

I gave him two choices: "Either you show your sincerity, sign the agreement transferring all assets to my name, and give me custody of the child. Once you cheat again, you leave with nothing. Make me feel you are not so useless, our marriage can continue, I will give birth to our child within the marriage, and I will forgive your mental cheating.

"Or we divorce right now, split the assets equally, I get an abortion, and we become strangers. You chase your little secretary, and I'll go get some male models, raise a young boyfriend, live the good life you want."

Lucas looked at the ultrasound report I handed him and fell into deep thought.

The report showed I was six weeks pregnant. The child in my belly looked like a little bean sprout. It might not have feelings yet, nor know its parents might divorce. It was just quietly absorbing nutrients and developing there.

Thinking that after the divorce, this child would be taken out by cold forceps and thrown into the trash can, and his wife would get male models and raise a young boyfriend.

He suddenly regretted it. He shouldn't have, shouldn't have reached this step with me for a little secretary. The price was too high!