My husband fell in love with an intern at his company. There was no cheating, no ambiguity, no homewrecker label. He gave me the cars, the house, and all the money. He walked away with nothing but a divorce certificate. He said, "Alice, I can't let Emily down, and I don't want to let you down either." I looked at this man, the one who once shared instant noodles with me in a cramped rental, who promised to spend his life with me. I wiped the corner of my eye and whispered, "Okay." 1 Hearing my answer, Jason froze. It seemed he hadn't expected me to agree so easily. He thought, at the very least, I would cry, scream, and refuse to let go. After all, he was prepared for a war of attrition. He had the resolve to sue, to fight, to endure the cold shoulder. That was Jason. Once he set his mind on something, he never looked back, regardless of the cost. Just like when he loved me. He fought for me, took me away from that suffocating home. He had said, "If you want to bully Alice, you have to go through me first." A beer bottle smashed over his head, glass shards scattering everywhere. His fierce glare made those thugs back down. They swayed, then slowly released me and retreated. They only wanted me to pay my father's gambling debt; they didn't want a murder charge. I cried, covering his wound, heartbroken. Yet he managed a smile, hugging me triumphantly. "Alice, I told you. I like you, and I won't let anyone bully you." But now, he doesn't like me anymore. He likes the new intern. 2 Jason opened his mouth, guilt finally flickering in his eyes. "Alice, I'm sorry for this. But I love Emily. I can't let her bear the stigma of being the 'other woman.' I want to be with her openly and cleanly." He was so upright, so noble. Even nearing thirty, he still had that youthful righteousness. How noble. Who wouldn't praise the power of true love? "But I just have one question." I wiped my eyes, looked up, and smiled. "Just one small question." "Did your Emily only find out today that you aren't single?" At first, he frowned and complained that the new assistant was clumsy, timid as a kitten. He wasn't satisfied. Later, he pointed at my Valentine's Day gift, annoyed. "How did Emily choose this gift? Who gives a giant capybara plushie for Valentine's Day?" Yet, the assistant being scolded just blinked her innocent eyes and said, "But... I think it's cute." Jason laughed in exasperation, but I saw the helplessness and affection in his eyes at that moment. In the end, he said Emily truly loved him. That kind of pure, innocent girl deserved the best. It was only right that he regain his freedom so he could stand beside her in the sun. But Jason said he didn't want the innocent Emily to bear the homewrecker label. So, before their feelings deepened, did she not know Jason was married? Hearing my question, Jason's expression went blank for a second. He turned his head away. "Alice, we... we couldn't help ourselves." "But I promise you, before this, we never crossed any lines. We have a clear conscience toward you." Indeed. Laughing in the office isn't cheating. Helping an assistant out of a jam and driving her home isn't cheating. Seeing her cry and standing up for her isn't cheating either. I smiled bitterly and nodded. "Okay. Let's divorce." 3 After all, Jason gave up everything. The house, the cars, the money—he gave it all to me. He left with nothing but a divorce certificate. What more could I ask for? Jason finally let out a sigh of relief, looking at me happily. "Alice, I knew it. You understand me best. You would definitely want us to be happy." Of course he knew. From eighteen to twenty-eight, I walked every step of the way with him. We knew each other for a year, dated for four, and were married for five. My personality is gentle; I dislike conflict, especially when I was younger. So much so that in the beginning, Jason often complained that I didn't like him at all. Otherwise, why wouldn't I show even a hint of jealousy? He got so mad he disappeared for three days. Three days later, he came back, head hung low, looking defeated. He gritted his teeth. "Alice, you win. I really like you. Even if you don't care, I'm willing to be your lapdog." It was when I heard him say that that I threw myself into his arms. He didn't know that for those three days, I went everywhere looking for him. I almost had a breakdown. Hugging him, I whispered fearfully, "You said it. Don't leave. I'm scared." He stiffened, then hugged me back joyfully, like he had won a great victory. The corners of his mouth lifted high. "I thought you really didn't care." "You... you're just like a cat." 4 From then on, we went to the same college, graduated, and squeezed into a rental apartment eating instant noodles. When the company was just founded, we braved the elements to get business. Later, when things were on track, he proposed. The wedding was grand because he said: "I love Alice. Alice deserves the best." Now, with everything settled, he held the divorce certificate and said: "Alice, don't blame me. Emily deserves the best." The intern was waiting not far away. She looked pure and innocent, glancing at me timidly as if I had bullied her. Jason noticed and pulled her into his arms protectively. "Emily is shy. If you're upset, take it out on me. Don't scare her." Emily blushed, whispering apologetically to me. "Mrs. Sterling... I mean, Ms. Vance, please don't mind him. He just has a bad temper, he doesn't mean any harm." Her tone was so familiar, one might think she was the one who had been with Jason for ten years, not me. I was just an outsider. And indeed, I was. Looking at the scene before me, the bitterness in my heart had long turned to numbness. I raised the divorce certificate and smiled. "It's fine. We won't be in contact anymore anyway." For some reason, Jason frowned, hesitating. "Alice, even though we're divorced, we're still friends. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me." Beside him, Emily's smile froze. I had no reaction. I shook my head. "No need." I wouldn't need anything, and even if I did, I wouldn't go to him. After all, he left with nothing. No money, no power. Finding him would be useless. Moreover— "I don't have a habit of bothering married men." That sentence successfully changed both their expressions. As if guarding against me, Emily eagerly tried to pull him back into conversation. She sat in the passenger seat that used to be mine and asked kindly: "Where are you going, Ms. Vance? Should I ask Jason to give you a ride?" Husband divorced, took the b*tch, tears soak the Mercedes-Benz. I tearfully refused, then drove my Mercedes to the hospital. The doctor had been waiting for me for a long time. He handed me a new report. "Ms. Vance, the situation is this: the fetus is very stable."
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