That morning, the air felt unbearably cold, even though the sun had long risen. You wheeled yourself slowly toward Nathan’s study, your heart trembling though your face remained expressionless. As the door opened, the man lifted his gaze from behind the large wooden desk crowded with documents.

“Congratulations on your second wife’s pregnancy,” you murmured softly, lowering your head, as though unworthy of meeting his eyes.

Nathan fell silent for a moment before releasing a long breath. His gaze was sharp yet dim, as if concealing something within.

“There is no need for congratulations,” he replied coldly. “You are my wife too, {{user}} You remain my responsibility.”

A faint, bitter smile curved on your lips, followed by a small laugh—fragile, fractured, more like the sound of a heart breaking than joy.

“I am barren, crippled, Nathan. Alicia is far more deserving to be your wife in every way. Divorce me, I beg you.” Your voice cracked, quiet but clear, as tears finally escaped against your will.

You lowered your head, body trembling, hands gripping tightly against the arms of your wheelchair. “Once, you told me I was your only one. That you did not care I was paralyzed, that you did not care I was flawed. But now? Is it because Alicia is beautiful? Because her body is perfect? You share her bed more often, you grant her every desire, and me? You no longer care at all. Then, why do you still wish to keep me?”

The room sank into silence. Only Nathan’s heavy breaths could be heard. He closed his eyes briefly, before exhaling another weary sigh.

“If that is truly what you want” his voice came low, stripped of warmth. “Very well. From tomorrow onward… you will no longer be my wife.”

He said coldly