Part 3He Saved His Lover With Our Baby’s Heart

I put on some light makeup to make myself look less haggard.

I went to the best law firm in the city, consulting on the divorce procedures and the matter of my daughter’s misdiagnosis leading to her death.

For the divorce, the lawyer quickly drafted the papers.

However, to pursue Jake and Gisele’s responsibility, more evidence was needed.

That evening, I personally prepared a candlelight dinner and opened two bottles of Jake's prized red wine.

When Jake returned home and saw me sitting quietly at the dining table, he first paused, then smiled knowingly.

"Ruth, you should leave these things to the housekeeper. You're my wife; you just need to live in comfort."

He smiled and pulled me into his embrace.

We were so close; I could even smell the intoxicating rose perfume, distinctly feminine, on him.

I asked Jake when he started wearing such a flamboyant and common perfume.

Jake seemed a little guilty. He sniffed his collar, then quickly explained:

"Oh, the person I met in the meeting today was the female CEO of the Lunar Group. It's normal to accidentally get some on me."

"What, Ruth, are you doubting me? Are you still upset that I didn't go to your prenatal check-up? I've already explained it; I thought you would understand."

A person with a guilty conscience is always quick to confess without being prompted. I had only asked a simple question, and I was met with a torrent of accusations.

Seeing my silence, Jake changed the subject, pulling out a delicate emerald necklace from his pocket and putting it around my neck.

"Ruth, don't be mad. This is a special gift I brought for you. There's only one in the world, unique. Do you like it?"

The emerald necklace glowed with a dark green luster under the candlelight, utterly beautiful.

I ran my fingertips over the cool, smooth necklace.

In our six years of marriage, after every cold war, Jake would give me jewelry.

But what good were all these treasures when they couldn't change the fact of his infidelity, couldn't change the fact that my daughter had been murdered?

Seeing that I finally managed a smile, Jake began to sample the meal I had prepared.

Jake praised my cooking lavishly.

But in the end, he only took a few bites.

After all, someone who had already "eaten" elsewhere naturally wouldn't have an appetite for home-cooked food.

During the meal, I plied Jake with several glasses of wine, and he quickly passed out in bed.

While Jake was drunk, I secretly slipped into his study, trying to find some evidence that my daughter had been deliberately killed.

After a thorough search, I only found a document from six years ago regarding organ transplantation.

In the document, Jake had signed the organ transplant contract on my behalf, as my spouse.

No wonder Jake had been so eager to marry me back then; it was just so his precious Gisele could recover sooner.

I photographed the document, then put it back in its original place, along with the divorce agreement, which I packaged and sent to an email, setting a countdown for it to send.

The moment the plane took off, these documents would all be sent to Jake's inbox.