Chapter 4

Suddenly, Emma stopped. Following her gaze, I saw a tall, handsome blonde man standing at the door with two identical little boys.

This was my first time seeing Hamilton in person.

Just as I had seen in the Instagram post, he was handsome and sunny, exuding an aura of overwhelming masculinity.

And me...

Red-eyed, disheveled hair, a thin frame wrapped in wrinkled clothes after a night of drinking.

I was truly outclassed.

Hamilton stood at the door, shrugging helplessly with his hands spread, "Emma, I really didn't know I would cause you trouble. I'm so sorry."

He turned to leave, pulling the two children with him.

Emma panicked and ran over, hugging him from behind, "Hamilton, I won't let you leave!"

Hamilton turned around, embracing her in his broad chest, gently kissing her forehead, "Emma, have I put you in a difficult position?"

"But the kids really missed you. They insisted on coming to find you. Arlo hurt his head, and I couldn't console him."

Only then did Emma notice that one of the little boys had a bandage on his head, looking at her pitifully, "Mommy, my brother hit me."

Emma immediately hugged him lovingly, "Baby, I'm sorry. Mommy wasn't there to take care of you."

Emma picked up the child and enthusiastically welcomed them in.

Hamilton saw me, his blue eyes filled with nonchalant amusement, "James, I'm sorry for the intrusion. This is a gift I brought you from France."

He took out a rolled-up painting and slowly opened it.

It revealed a lush green meadow with a towering tree casting a dense shade.

A thin, weak donkey lay under the green canopy.

My pupils dilated suddenly. I didn't expect a foreigner to be so insidious. This was blatant provocation and mockery.

Emma put down the child and said happily, "Hamilton, you're so thoughtful to bring a gift."

She rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

"You Chinese value human relationships. Your family is naturally my family," Hamilton said with a light laugh, wrapping his arm around her waist and quickly kissing Emma.

Right in front of me, they showed me what a real French kiss looked like.

A full five minutes later, Emma, red-faced, finally stood up straight from Hamilton's embrace.

She impatiently criticized me, "Look at Hamilton. Why can't you learn from him? He's so attentive and considerate in everything."

I laughed coldly, raising the painting in my hand and slowly tearing it from the middle, then tearing it again.

Emma's pupils suddenly dilated, her face gradually turning ugly.

An unclear meaning also appeared on Hamilton's face.

Emma suddenly rushed over and slapped me across the face, "James, how dare you insult Hamilton like this? What position are you putting me in?"

"Hamilton generously brought you a gift, and you tear it up in front of him? Do you have any manners left as a man? You've disappointed me so much!"

I looked straight at Emma, pointing at Hamilton, "Emma, since everyone's here today, let's settle this. Do you want him or me?"

"If you want me, send your lover and illegitimate children back to France right now, and never see them again."

Emma coldly looked at me, "What if I choose Hamilton?"

I was stunned for a moment. After a long while, I said, "Then let's get divorced. I'll let you two be together."

Emma stared at me, her head held high, "James, do you have to make a scene? Do you have to force Hamilton and the children away?"

I stared at her coldly, not wanting to explain or accuse anymore.

The air was silent.

Emma took a deep breath, turned and pulled out a blue marriage certificate from her bag, placing it in front of my eyes, "Hamilton isn't a third party. He's my legal husband abroad. If anyone should leave, it's you."