He Regretted It the Moment I Asked for a Divorce

During the early stages of my pregnancy, I felt a heavy, dragging pain in my lower abdomen. I wanted to take sick leave, but Thayer’s assistant refused and forced me to work overtime until midnight. “Mr. Alcott is vacationing in Bali with his 38th girlfriend. I’m in charge of all company matters now,” the woman said with a smile full of malice. “Without my approval, don’t even think about stepping a foot outside this company.” She deliberately made things hard for me just to win Thayer’s favor and become his 39th girlfriend. The pain kept worsening. Enduring it, I called Thayer. He only responded with a cold sneer. “Whatever Aveline says is how I see it too. What? Is working a little more going to kill you? Do you really think you’re Mrs. Alcott? You’re just the daughter of a maid. What makes you think you’re so delicate?” After five humiliating years of marriage, I finally gave up completely. “Let’s get a divorce.” Thayer laughed mockingly. A woman’s panting could be heard in the background. “Althea, this is the 99th time you’ve said that. And every time, you come back crying and begging me to take you back. Don’t forget, your mom’s still lying in that hospital bed!” He hung up. Aveline shot me a smug look and immediately posted in the company group chat. [Althea’s 100th divorce threat. Place your bets, is it real or fake?] Thayer quickly placed fourteen thousand dollars on “fake.” But he didn’t know that this time, I was really done. I didn’t want to be entangled with him any longer. So why did that man go completely mad and crash my wedding after I truly left?