He Betrayed Me Twice, I Divorced Him

On the day Nathan Leighton won the national all-title racing grand slam, I found a pair of lace underwear in his car. That same night, I brought reporters and burst into a five-star hotel, catching Nathan and his young protégé in the act of a******y in bed. This was the same man who, just because I said once I felt insecure, had my initials printed on his race car. Yet now he stood shielding the girl behind him and said, "It was my moment of weakness, she had nothing to do with this." After Vivian was cyberbullied and, in her insane rage, killed my unborn baby in the crash, I gave Nathan an ultimatum. Either send her to prison, or get a divorce. Nathan looked at my abdomen with red-rimmed eyes, and the very next day he turned over the evidence of Vivian's involvement in the crash. From that day on, he shifted his focus to working behind the scenes, and stayed by my side as I slowly recovered from depression. Later, when I found out I was pregnant, I was full of hope and wanted to surprise Nathan. As I walked past a maternity and baby store, I saw a heavily pregnant girl buy out the entire shop's stock. "My husband knows I'm terrible at making choices, so he told me to buy everything! You do delivery, right? Just send everything to the villa complex in the south of the city." The girl turned her head, and I froze on the spot when I saw her face. It was Vivian, the woman who was supposed to be in prison. ***** All the blood in my body turned ice-cold in an instant. The shop clerk looked at Vivian with obvious envy. "Your husband must love you very much, right?" Vivian rested her hand on her belly, a sweet smile playing on her lips. "He's my teacher, a genius racer, and he's taken such good care of me from the very start. When I first joined the racing world and knew nothing, he was worried that I was young and would get taken advantage of, so he taught me everything hand in hand himself, and even got me a pink race car that's just mine." After we got married, I also used to go to the racetrack and cheer Nathan on. But after the race ended, he would tell me with a cold face not to come again. When I asked him why, he only said, "Racing is far too dangerous, it's not for you." Turns out it was never like that racing wasn't for me. It was just that he never wanted to waste any more of his energy on me. "I only coughed a little after overdoing it with activity, and he got so worried that he immediately got a doctor to give me a full-body checkup!" Vivian continued. Half a month ago, I kept feeling nauseous and vomiting. Nathan volunteered to go with me to the hospital for an examination. Right as we were about to leave, he said something came up, told me to go first on my own, and that he would pick me up later. I queued alone, had my blood drawn alone, and waited six hours in the hospital corridor. All I got was a mobile money transfer from Nathan, telling me to take a taxi home by myself. Vivian was glowing with happiness, when suddenly her phone rang. "My husband is here to pick me up. Don't forget to deliver my order." I stood around the corner, staring blankly as a black Maybach pulled up to the curb. The moment I saw Nathan step out of the car, I felt as if my breath had frozen solid. Nathan caught Vivian as she threw herself into his arms, his tone laced with exasperation, "You're going to be a mother soon, why can't you be more steady? What if you hurt the baby?" Vivian lifted her head, her face pulled into a wronged, pouting expression. "Do you find me unlikable? Do you think I'm not as good as that older woman?" Nathan's voice was full of doting, "Don't talk nonsense. No one can compare to you in my heart." My heart was being cut to ribbons. Back when Vivian hit me with her car, I was already seven months pregnant. I had no choice but to have induced labor. It was a fully formed little boy, a tiny bundle lying in a pool of blood, lifeless. Night after night, I have nightmares where he cries out to me, "Mommy, save me." Later, I developed severe depression. I tried to kill myself multiple times, and every time Nathan saved me. To stay with me while I received treatment, he gave up all his fame and fortune and announced his retirement from racing. Then, people started badmouthing me online, saying I had held Nathan back and that I wasn't good enough for him at all. For the first time, Nathan released a video statement. "My wife is my life. Caring for and accompanying her is my responsibility and my duty. If anyone insults my wife again, I will pursue legal action against them." My chest twisted with a bitter ache. I was out of my reverie when, suddenly, Nathan looked in my direction, as if he had sensed something. I ducked behind the wall by instinct, and heard Vivian's confused voice, "What are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking to me? Don't try to brush me off! If you don't tell me clearly exactly how better I'm than that old woman, this isn't over!" Nathan chuckled, and rubbed the top of her head, exasperated and fond. "You're better than her in every way. I should record how you act right now, so the kids can see later how childish their mother is." Vivian's face turned bright red. "You want me to give you a bunch of kids? In your dreams!" Every word was a knife, slicing slow, agonizing cuts into my heart. A cold gust of wind blew by, and I couldn't help shivering. Nathan immediately scooped Vivian into the car. "You're pregnant, you can't stay out in the wind. Let's go home." Watching the Maybach drive away, I impulsively called Nathan. In the past, even when he was all the way abroad, Nathan would always answer my call immediately. First try, he hung up. Second try, he hung up. By the third try, Nathan’s phone was completely powered off. I raised a hand to my face in a daze, and realized I'd been crying for who knows how long. I went home heartbroken, numb with shock, and when I pushed open the door, Nathan was sitting on the sofa.