The Sacrifice

“Sandra, let's get divorced." At the other end of the dining table, the dignified and arrogant man, after finishing his meal, elegantly wiped his lips and looked at the small woman in front of him with emotionless eyes. Sandra's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and the food instantly dropped into the bowl. "Sandra, let's get divorced!" These eight short words continued to echo in her mind. As the words fell, the servant handed over the divorce agreement, with the powerful and vigorous characters 'Charles Robert' at the end, lying there with style. A hint of bitterness crossed Sandra's lips. Was he in such a hurry? "Take a good look at the divorce agreement. If there's no issue, sign it quickly!" Charles said indifferently. Sandra desperately suppressed the tears in her eyes. Because her mother saved the old lady's life when she was pregnant with her, under the pressure from the old lady, he married her. But she always knew that Charles Robert never liked her. After two years of marriage, he never even touched her. Did he despise her so much? Shortly after her grandmother passed away, he eagerly proposed a divorce. Enduring the pain in her heart, Sandra quickly scanned the agreement. After the divorce, she would own three properties in prime locations, worth millions in the market. There was also an additional compensation of five million, more than enough for a comfortable life. She knew Charles had given her more than she should ask for. After all, she had been silently in love with him, careful not to let him know even after ten years of love. Sandra closed the divorce agreement and, for the first time, looked at him boldly, trying to make her voice sound less shaky. "I married you not for money." A mocking smile appeared in the man's deep eyes. Was it still not enough? He had treated her well enough in front of her grandmother, except for feelings, everything else was impeccable. "Give you one day. If you haven't signed by tomorrow, we'll see each other in court." The man left the table, briskly went upstairs. Sandra's gaze followed the man's tall and straight figure. A trace of unwillingness and stubbornness gradually appeared on her timid face. She sat still until fifteen minutes later, then got up and went to the kitchen. Half an hour later. Carrying a freshly brewed cup of coffee, Sandra went upstairs. Seeing that the door was still open, she walked in directly. "I agree to the divorce!" "However, since we'll be parting soon, this is the last coffee I'll make for you. Drink it!" She still wore her usual gentle smile, holding the coffee. Charles's face momentarily froze; he didn't expect her to come to terms so quickly. Also, he never knew this coffee was ground by her own hands. In the year of marriage, he had become accustomed to the taste of this coffee. Thinking that he might not have it tomorrow, he felt an indescribable emotion. Without much thought, he took the coffee and drank it. After finishing, he handed the cup over. Sandra took it, turned around, and went downstairs, a hint of nervousness on her face. She paced back and forth downstairs until the time was right, then quickly went upstairs. In the room, Charles looked at the documents in his hand, growing more and more restless. He furrowed his brows, suddenly feeling something unusual in his body. Charles suddenly saw Sandra walking in, locking the door. Seeing a hint of awkwardness on her face, he instantly understood that he had been drugged. Charles's handsome face darkened: "Sandra, how dare you d**g me?" Slowly approaching him, Sandra tried hard to steady her mind, neither confirming nor denying. She lightly pursed her lips. Charles's eyes blurred, she took off one piece of clothing after another, approaching him directly... A night of spring passion, entwined and unforgettable. ...... The Next Morning The sunlight streamed through the semi-transparent curtains onto the Simmons European-style bed. Possibly disturbed by the sunlight, the man slowly opened his impeccable eyes. On his flawless face, his features were deep and charming. Rubbing his slightly throbbing temples, suddenly, the scenes from last night forcefully rushed into his mind. Charles sat up abruptly, his expression instantly turning cold and stern. Damn it, Sandra dared to d**g him? " Sandra!" The man roared in anger! However, there was no response from the room, and he couldn't find the figure of that woman anywhere. Suddenly, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of a note and a stack of cash on the nearby marble table. He quickly dressed and walked over. "The cash is last night's reward. You performed quite well!" The man's already dark and handsome face now appeared even colder, as if shrouded in the unmelting snow of a millennium. He tightly crumpled the note with his well-defined, slender fingers. His sharp eyes seemed to burn with raging fire. This damn woman actually used his money to insult him! Did she consider herself a nightclub hostess? " Sandra, you better not let me see you again in your lifetime, or I'll make you understand the consequences of angering me!" ...... Ten months later. In a rented room, Sandra gave birth to a lovely pair of twins. She gazed at her chubby sons in the crib, lost in a long daze. For ten consecutive months, Sandra had always worn heavy makeup when going out, covering her face with ugly moles to avoid Charles's scrutiny. Men like Charles Robert, who stood high above others, detested being manipulated. If he caught on, she wouldn't even know how she'd meet her end! Sandra anxiously rested her head on her hands. It was easy for her, but the challenge was evading him with two sons. At this moment, Sandra couldn't help but sigh. She realized she had been too impulsive in the past, acting without considering the consequences. After much contemplation, Sandra made a painful decision. At the entrance of the Charles Robert's villa. Charles furrowed his brows coldly, looking at the chubby baby in the crib. His aura instantly turned icy, making the trembling doctor feel like facing a freezing wind! Suddenly, he sneered. In this day and age, someone actually dared to play tricks on him. He simply didn't believe this child was his. "Who is the mother of this child?" he gritted his teeth and asked harshly! The doctor, understanding the difficulty of convincing him, took out a photo and handed it to Charles "This is the mother of the child. Due to difficult childbirth leading to severe bleeding and delayed rescue, so... I'm truly sorry!" The doctor said apologetically. As Charles saw the woman's face in the photo, his body stiffened, and not a word escaped his lips. Dead? That woman actually died? After a long time, his sharp eyes filled with strong doubt: "Do you think you can make me believe with just a photo and a few words?" The doctor, seeing Charles's skeptical gaze, quickly took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over. Charles glanced at his assistant Tom Ryan, who immediately took it, unfolded it, and held it in front of Charles's eyes. The words "Certificate of Death" caused Charles's breath to slightly hitch. He quickly scanned through it, feeling a sudden tightness in his chest. Indeed, the death certificate belonged to Sandra. Could it be that she had really died? Charles's thoughts drifted away. The scene of that gentle and smiling woman standing beside him with a cup of coffee seemed vivid. "Master Charles, you should believe now! What about this child..." The doctor kept his head low, not daring to look at Charles, as if his sharp gaze could kill. Charles abruptly returned to his senses upon hearing the voice. He took the child from the doctor without expression and walked straight into the villa. Meanwhile, Sandra anxiously waited in the airport lounge. After receiving a message from her best friend, "It's done!" on w*****p, she hurriedly boarded the plane with a tender and white baby in her arms! ……… Five years later, at San Francisco International Airport. One big and one small, walking side by side, they became the most eye-catching scenery at the airport. The woman wore sunglasses and a black mask, concealing her face. However, her slender figure outlined a graceful curve. Following closely behind was a coolly dressed little boy. The boy had bright, big eyes and handsome features. Every move he made exuded an air of nobility. He carried a cartoon-themed backpack on his back and pulled a small suitcase in his hand! The passing crowd couldn't help but stop and admire! "Wow! This little boy is so cool! Is he a child star?" "What kind of parents can have such a heavenly-faced treasure?" "Is the woman next to him his mother or sister? Both of them have such great charisma! Definitely not ordinary people!" “………” It seems Harry has long been accustomed to such scenes. He politely greeted everyone! "Thank you, brothers and sisters, for your love!" The tender child's voice caused screams from the crowd the moment he spoke. "Wow... wow! So adorable, I want to take him home right now!" Another excited voice rang out. Upon hearing the cute little one calling them brothers and sisters, everyone burst into laughter! "Whose precious child is this! So polite!" "What good manners this little one has!! How did the parents teach him?" “………” Sandra turned around only to realize that her son had somehow taken off his mask and sunglasses. She helplessly touched her forehead, looking around in panic, and quickly instructed: "Harry, quickly put on your mask and sunglasses, don't dawdle, it's getting dark!" Seeing his mom's serious expression, Harry obediently put them on and caught up with Sandra's pace. Sandra looked at her son in amusement. Every time they went out, it was the same. Where did this inherent confidence come from? Suddenly... With a "bang"... Sandra suddenly collided with a woman, and both of them fell to the ground in a sorry state! Sandra touched her aching knee, realizing that her sunglasses had been knocked off. Harry was startled by this sudden incident. He ran over to his mom sitting on the ground, crouched down, and was about to speak when a sharp and piercing voice interrupted: "Who is so careless to...?" The words were cut short as the woman, upon seeing Sandra's face, froze in panic. Her mouth hung wide open as she stared straight at Sandra! At the same time, Sandra also recognized the face of the other woman. She took a sharp breath, feeling overwhelmed with disbelief. Could her luck be any worse? Returning to the US and encountering Charles Robert's sister, Charlotte was like walking into a stroke of bad luck. Ignoring the pain in her legs, Sandra quickly picked up her sunglasses from the ground, put them on, and swiftly got up. She pulled her luggage towards the exit. Charlotte watched Sandra going away, only recovering from her surprise. She hurriedly got up from the ground. What the heck! She actually saw her sister-in-law Sandra just now. But wasn't she supposed to have died in childbirth five years ago? She rubbed her eyes vigorously. Could it be that she was seeing things? "Charlotte " At this moment, a magnetic male voice suddenly sounded. Charles Robert looked at his sister, who showed no reaction. He reached out his large hand and waved it in front of her eyes. "Ah!" Charlotte suddenly snapped back to reality. She looked at her familiar brother's face and exaggeratedly grabbed Charles's arm, shouting: Brother, I think I just saw sister-in-law." "Sister-in-law?" Charles was still processing Charlotte's surprise. "It's true. Sister-in-law isn't dead." Charlotte kept staring at the direction where Sandra disappeared, expressing her amazement.