Chapter 3

It turned out that in James's eyes, I was uneducated, unambitious, didn't understand his research and dreams, and was a pedantic and ignorant existence.

Before, I had been deluding myself, using his cold personality as a shield for his obvious disgust.

But now, I didn't want to fool myself anymore.

"James, if you don't love me, if you despise me, even hate me, why did you marry me in the first place?"

When I shouted this sentence with all my strength, I was already in tears.

He remained silent for a long time, perhaps not expecting this reaction from me.

After all, I had always been submissive.

Because I was always the one chasing after him.

I lost my strength under his calm gaze, suddenly feeling it all pointless.

"Let's get a divorce."

"I can't go on like this anymore."

I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes and lay back down in bed.

James stood behind me for a while, but still chose to leave.

Hearing the sound of the front door locking, I fell into complete despair and pain.

The high fever didn't subside even after taking medicine. I forced myself to take a taxi to the hospital.

While queuing for medicine after getting an IV, I saw a familiar figure.

James was holding a little girl, with a lollipop in his other hand, his eyes showing a gentleness I had never seen before.

His wife had a fever and he wasn't by her side, so what was he doing at the hospital now?

I was filled with anger, wanting to rush over and question him.

But I stopped in my tracks when I saw Sarah.

She had gotten the medicine and wanted to take the child from James's arms.

"I'll hold her."

But James stubbornly refused to let go, his eyes flashing with worry and care.

"Sarah, why are you being so formal with me?"

He lowered his gaze and smiled at the little girl: "Besides, Emma and I hit it off right away. Looking at her... it's like looking at my own child."

Sarah understood the implication in his words and blushed with a smile.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of affection.

Emma, the little girl, hugged James's neck and started to act coy, kicking her little legs.

"Mommy! I want Uncle James to be my daddy."

"This child!"

Sarah pretended to be angry, but just stroked her hair, with no trace of blame in her expression.

This scene looked warm and beautiful, really like a family of three.

If only that man wasn't my husband.

My hands and feet gradually turned cold, and in the heat of summer, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave.

A doctoral student and a university professor, both highly educated, yet here they were, engaging in the despicable act of adultery.

All that education seems to have gone to waste.

I lowered my head and laughed coldly, raising my hand to wipe away the cold tears.

At the same time, the lobby began to call my name.

"Ms. Mia Quinn, please come to Consultation Room 2 to collect your prescription."

I saw James's body stiffen, and then nervously look around.

Finally, when his gaze met mine, his face turned ashen.

He slowly loosened his grip, and Emma in his arms slid down.

She was still struggling, grabbing onto James's clothes and refusing to let go.

Sarah's originally somewhat reproachful expression disappeared the moment she saw me.

She turned pale and fled in a panic, dragging Emma along.

I leisurely withdrew my gaze and went to the consultation room to get my medicine.

When I came out, James hadn't changed his position, he hadn't come over, nor had he gone after them.

I approached him first.

"Shall we go home?"