He Donated to Her, I Divorced Him

Chapter 4

It was outrageous and shameless.

I glared at Thiago, my chest tight, anger boiling so violently inside me that I could barely breathe.

"Thiago, you bastard. Do you even hear yourself? That child would be yours, not Samuel's. Don't use your dead brother as an excuse to justify your pathetic affair!"

Thiago looked at me as if I were the villain here.

His attention had long since been swallowed by Naomi. I was his wife, and apparently that meant nothing.

"Liliana, I know I hurt you, but Samuel was my brother. Samuel always wanted a child. If Naomi and I have one, I'll be carrying out his last wish for him."

I couldn't hold it back. My hand shot out and cracked across his face. Tears blurred my vision as I screamed, "You bastard!"

But Thiago didn't waver. Even knowing what punishment awaited him, he still insisted on staying with Naomi.

That night, the cane came down on him again and again, one hundred and ninety-nine times. His skin split. Blood streamed from his mouth. Still, he kept muttering her name. "Naomi..."

I stood by the window, my heart sinking.

Slowly, I slipped off the diamond ring that had once promised forever.

The next day, using the address Ivan had given me, I arrived at a seaside villa.

Ivan was already there, leaning back on the sofa. The table in front of him was buried under gift boxes and luxury bags stacked nearly to the height of the cushions.

His voice was calm, slightly tired, but it carried a seriousness that made the room feel smaller.

"Liliana, divorce him. Marry me. I can give you anything you want, Liliana. Even love."

I paused, stunned. All I had done was help him once, and this was what I got in return?

"Ivan, I'm going to divorce Thiago. But about marrying you... I need some time to think," I said carefully.

A soft smile crossed his face, genuine and reassuring.

"Of course! I'll wait for you, Liliana. In two weeks, I'll bring you Thiago's signed divorce papers."

I gave him a firm nod.

As for the mountain of gifts Ivan had prepared, he refused to take no for an answer and had every last one of them delivered to my place.

Ivan even offered to see me home himself, saying he just wanted to make sure nothing happened on the way.

As I stepped out of the car, my shoelace came undone. Without a word, he crouched down, carefully tying it for me.

The sight of him bending there, steady, effortlessly commanding, made my heart skip.

Seeing a man like that bend down just for me made it impossible not to feel drawn to him.

The days that followed were unbearable.

Thiago and Naomi no longer bothered hiding anything. They hugged, kissed, even touched and f****d right in front of me. The sight of the lingerie hanging in the bathroom made me nauseous.

But I reminded myself that soon, it would all be over.

That day, the moment I pushed open the door, I found Thiago and Naomi f*****g in our bedroom.

Thiago had his fingers digging into Naomi's waist as he drove into her hard, his voice breaking again and again as he called her name. "Naomi... Naomi..."

Naomi suddenly shuddered beneath him. Then Thiago threw his head back and came with a satisfied groan.

Thick c*m and wet traces slowly spilled across the silk sheets I had only bought not long ago.

My mind went blank for a moment before rage consumed me.

I grabbed the vase beside me and smashed it hard against the shameless pair on my bed.

"If you want to f**k, then get the hell back to your own room and f**k there! You bring this filth into my own bedroom? You cheating bastards!"

Naomi screamed, tears instantly filling her eyes.

"Liliana, I'm sorry. We walked into the wrong room. I'll leave right now."

But Thiago's eyes darkened. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Liliana, are you done making a scene?"

There wasn't a trace of guilt in his eyes, only disgust.

"Ever since your parents died, you've lived in my house, spent my money, used everything I gave you. Who gives you the right to kick Naomi out? If anyone is leaving, it's you!"

For a moment, I froze where I stood.

Back then, after my parents died, I had fallen into a severe depression. Thiago was the one who stayed by my side every day. When thunder woke me from nightmares, he was the one who held me and gently coaxed me back to sleep.

He gave me this villa as our marital home.

He had even told me, "As long as I am breathing, everything I have is yours too. My home is your home."

But now, he was pointing at the door and telling me to get out.

My body trembled, not from anger, but from the cold sting of regret.

How could I have believed him? How could I have been stupid enough to think what he gave me was love?

"Don't be like this, Thiago. Liliana is still your wife. You're still married..." Naomi said, pretending to be kind.

I interrupted her without hesitation, my gaze fixed on Thiago. All the love, devotion, and years I had given him had finally turned to ash.

"Thiago, I want a divorce!"