Part 1The End of Our Vows

I loved Cassidy more than anything.

Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go.

I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her.

When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office.

"Cassidy, I–"

My voice came to an abrupt halt.

Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently.

"Get out!"

I suddenly came to my senses.

I could accept having a wife like her, but could our future child accept having a mother like her?

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Thirty minutes later, the office door finally opened.

It was the new male secretary.

He straightened his disheveled clothes and gave me a disdainful snort before swaggering away.

I, Jeremy Sandler, had seen this kind of provocation hundreds of times.

At first, it would break my heart and bring me to tears.

Now, I was actually used to it.

I pushed open the door.

Cassidy Simone heard my footsteps.

She turned around, and the moment she saw me, her brows furrowed.

"What are you doing back here?

"Didn't I tell you not to come to the company unless there's something important?"

I hesitated.

Suddenly, I stuffed the medical report in my hand into my bag and said, "Cassidy, let's get a divorce."

She stopped smoking for a moment.

She then snorted and looked at me.

"What? Can't take it anymore? You were the one who begged and begged, doing everything you could to marry me."

Just as she finished speaking, the phone on her desk vibrated twice.

It was a call from Henry Sandler.

Cassidy glanced at it without making any attempt to hide the call from me.

She spoke in a flirty voice.

"Did you miss me?

"Of course I love you the most. You're my darling.

"Are you back in the country? Okay. I'll see you in a little while."

The faint sound of a man's laughter came from the other end.

A few minutes later, Cassidy hung up and shifted her attention back to me.

She lifted her chin and nodded toward the other corner of the desk.

"The divorce agreement is over there. I've already signed it.

"If you want to sign it, go ahead.

"It's not like this is the first time you've threatened me with divorce."

Cassidy stood up, casually grabbed the coat from the back of her chair, and headed to the door.

After a moment, she stopped and deliberately reminded me, "Oh, and don't wait for me at home tonight. There's no point in pretending to wait for me every day.

"My mom sees you doing that and keeps nagging me about it."

With that, she opened the door and walked out without hesitation.

Faced with Cassidy's humiliation and contempt, I should've collapsed to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.

Oddly enough, I didn't shed a single tear.

I walked over to Cassidy's desk and picked up the divorce agreement. On the last page, her name was scrawled across the signature line.

"Heh."

I shook my head and gave a self-deprecating chuckle.

I didn't bother reading the clauses on the preceding pages. The division of property, emotional damages, and everything else no longer meant anything to me.

I retrieved a pen from the holder.

Stroke by stroke, I signed the document and took a copy of the divorce agreement with me.

It wasn't until I walked out of the company that I retrieved the semen analysis report, which confirmed my fertility, from my pocket alongside the early-stage stomach cancer diagnosis.

I had wanted to leave Cassidy with a child.