Chapter 4The Hunt for a Husband

All the prepared words were stuck in my throat.

"What did you say?"

"Tomorrow, you should receive the divorce agreement sent by my lawyer. I hope we can part on good terms."

"Part on good terms?"

A sourness surged in my nose:

"Five years of marriage, Caleb, and you tell me to part on good terms? Is there someone else?"

The tone on the other end revealed impatience:

"Don't talk nonsense. I just feel that being together consumes us more and more. A good relationship shouldn't be dragging each other down like this. I hope you can have some dignity."

With that, he hung up.

Tears blurred my vision instantly.

He finally showed his cards.

The illusion he maintained with mortgage pressure and career bottlenecks finally shattered.

Completely, leaving me not a single bit of room for self-deception.

How many hurdles does a woman have to cross in this life?

Ten months of pregnancy.

Labor pains.

And the dignity she has to put down for a mouthful of formula money...

And when you think you finally see the light through the clouds, you realize the person who should have pulled you up on the shore had already pulled away all the planks and pushed you into the abyss.

I picked up my phone tremblingly and messaged Lawyer Lu:

"He's not coming back. I have no chance."

Less than ten seconds after the message was sent, his call came.

"Calm down. In a divorce lawsuit, as long as one party disagrees, the marital relationship will not be dissolved immediately. We still have plenty of room to maneuver. What you need to do most right now is not resist, but play the role of an emotionally stable wife trying to save her husband. As long as you don't panic, we have a chance to win this battle."

The next day, the courier delivered the "Divorce Agreement" sent by Caleb's lawyer.

I opened the document, and my vision went black.

He even gave up custody of the child.

Only at this moment did I truly understand.

He was waiting for this divorce node.

As for child support...

$150 a month.

He even provided several bank statements.

Proving that he had no assets available for division under his name.

I froze in place, tremblingly took photos of these pages, and sent them to Lu.

"Is there still a chance of winning?"

His reply was fast:

"Of course. You are still living in his house. As long as you don't leave, he can't cut ties completely. So, no response, no arguing. Live normally as if nothing happened, until he can't hold back and comes home to find you, our chance will come."

Sure enough, a week later, after refusing all his calls and urging texts, he finally came back.

The sound of the key turning the lock rang out.

I took a deep breath, and like thousands of times in the past, naturally took his coat:

"I stewed your favorite yam and rib soup. Wash your hands and eat first."

He didn't move, his eyes sweeping over me coldly:

"Jiang Yao (Zoey), must you make a big scene and embarrass everyone?"

I looked at him, my voice without a ripple:

"If making a big scene could get you what you want, you wouldn't waste half a sentence. Caleb, I don't care what you have outside, but this is mine and our daughter's home. We will always wait for you here."

The man's last bit of patience on his face ran out:

"I've entrusted the agent to list this house. I'm afraid you can't live here for much longer."

I nodded, pulling out a dining chair:

"The soup is getting cold. We mother and daughter aren't picky. Just rent us a suitable apartment."

Caleb's sharp gaze swept back and forth on my face.

It's true.

In the past, hearing the words "sell the house," I would have been hysterical long ago.

But not now.

I have something more important than emotions at hand.

While he turned to go to the bathroom, my fingers deftly reached into his pocket.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest, but my movements were surprisingly steady.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

The wallet was silently stuffed back into its original place.

"Pack up tonight."

He pulled out a chair:

"I'll find you a place to stay tomorrow."

"Okay."

I didn't look at him, bowing my head to scoop a small spoonful of soup for my daughter.

The whole meal, no more words were exchanged.

My mission was complete.

The hunting time officially began.