She Paralyzed Mom, He Spared Her, I’ll Fight

Liam Lambert, who had been sexually indifferent for years, used photos of his female apprentice to relieve his s****l urges. I figured he had developed feelings for her. Later, because Jenny Salvatorre showed off on the operating table, which resulted in my mother becoming paralyzed, I gave him two choices: either send her to prison or get a divorce. Liam spent a night on the balcony in the cold wind and submitted evidence of Jenny's major mistake the next day. After that, he became known in the medical community as a 'henpecked husband' and our love was as strong as ever. Until I found out I was pregnant and secretly went to attend the award ceremony at Liam's institute, wanting to surprise him. But as soon as I entered, I saw a young girl on the podium holding a trophy and giving a speech. I felt a chill run down my spine. To my shock, it was indeed Jenny, the one who should have been in prison. ***** "I am very grateful to Professor Liam Lambert for his support over these three years, which is why I can receive this award today..." Liam stood below the stage, unable to hide the pride on his face. Envious murmurs filled the room. "Professor Liam was so protective back then, even though his mother-in-law almost died on the operating table, he didn't hold anyone accountable." "Not only that, with his support, Jenny has been winning awards at our hospital non-stop, they're practically a model couple." By the time I realized it, my face was already icy cold. The man who once swore to seek justice for me was tending to her like a precious flower. After Jenny stepped off the stage, she suddenly threw herself into the man's arms with a look of grievance. "So many people are bringing up what happened three years ago, will you blame me?" Liam gently tousled her hair. "You silly thing. That incident wasn't your fault to begin with. With me backing you, no one dares to bully you. That little thing is nothing compared to your happiness, as long as I'm here." Jenny was moved to tears. And my heart was utterly broken. It was because my mother was paralyzed and bedridden that I was depressed for three years, relying on medication to survive. Time and again, he would help me vomit the sleeping pills with concern, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here." Hearing those same words now feels so absurd. I was about to step forward and question him when Jenny shyly slipped a contraceptive into his white coat pocket. "To celebrate today's award, I can let you have me five times. I promise I won't ask you to stop." Liam's Adam's apple bobbed, and a hint of desire crossed his face. On the eve of our wedding, Liam handed me a diagnosis report of 'frigidity.' "Our future marital life might not be guaranteed, so you should think it over." The wedding went on as planned, and after marriage, I tried every way to please him, but it was all in vain. In eight years of married life, there was barely any intimacy, and at its worst, he even drove me out of the bedroom. Amidst the ambiguous atmosphere between them, my phone accidentally fell. Liam turned to look, and I clearly saw the panic on his face. But he quickly regained his composure, protectively shielding Jenny. "I'll take you home first." He brushed past my shoulder, and I could barely stand, leaning against the wall. The bulge in my abdomen responded with a sharp pain. On my phone was the message I had just sent him. Lucia: I have a surprise for you. Are you looking forward to it? There was no reply. Unwilling to give up, I called again, seeking a reasonable explanation. The call was immediately disconnected. When I called again, the phone was turned off. What else was there not to understand? I turned to call the lawyer. "Help me draft a divorce agreement."