At this point, no one cared about the cheating accusations anymore. Someone immediately called an ambulance.
Just before I left, my boss called out to me, "Wyatt, I hope you can handle this properly. Don't let me down."
At the hospital, the doctor examined Sophia and found nothing wrong.
Since she kept complaining of pain, the doctor decided to admit her for observation.
"Wyatt, I can't accept your cheating. Let's get a divorce! It's the best choice for both of us," Sophia said. She turned her head stubbornly as if she'd finally decided.
"Sophia, if I remember correctly, the child in your belly is about three months old, right?" I said, glancing at her flat stomach with a slight smirk.
Three months ago, I was on a business trip.
Even with minimal thought, it's obvious the child isn't mine.
Perhaps out of guilt, her hand instinctively rested on her belly.
"So what? You knew I was three months pregnant, yet you still cheated on me. I'm completely disappointed in you. We have to divorce! There's no room for discussion!"
I didn't rush to refuse. Instead, I sat by the bed and nodded. "Fine. You leave with nothing."
Hearing this, she sat up abruptly. She was no longer looking sickly at all.