“Help me draft a divorce agreement. I want to leave Tyler completely.“I sat in front of my divorce lawyer and opened my mouth with determined eyes.
“Miss Robinson, the biggest hurdle in the divorce agreement is the division of assets. Have you discussed this with Mr. Jacobson beforehand?”
Three years into our marriage, my husband, Tyler Jacobson, always used his so–called “mysophobia” as an excuse to avoid my touch.
I accidentally saw him standing by my sister’s bed, looking at her worn stockings, moving his hands back and forth under his body, and groaning.
Only then did I know that he didn’t have mysophobia at all. He just didn’t love me.
I gave a slight smile. “I don’t need any of the assets. How soon can we finalize the procedures?” “I’ll draft the divorce agreement within three days and email it to you for confirmation. If there are no issues, the entire process can be completed in seven days.”
I nodded, walked out of the law firm and sighed a sigh of relief.
It was finally coming to an end.
This time I will give him one last anniversary gift – my divorce papers, setting him free.
I turned and dialed a number. “Hans, does your offer still stand? I’ve made up my mind; I’ll marry
you.”
“Hans, does your offer still stand? I’ve made up my mind; I’ll marry you.”
I leaned against the hospital entrance. My eyes were fixed on the ward’s door not far away, as my lips tinged with bitterness.
A three–second silence was on the other end of the line before Hans Schneider chuckled softly. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re still Tyler Jacobson’s wife, right?”
My eyes reddened slightly and I took a deep breath. “I’ll divorce him.”
Hans’s voice deepened. “You’ve probably heard a lot of rumors about me. Aren’t you afraid o jumping out of one pit and into another?”
Rumor had it that Hans suffered a severe injury five years ago that affected his virility.
He’d seen countless famous doctors, but none could cure him, leaving him completely impotent.
Since he became a brewer droop, his personality became moody and he beat people when he
lost control.
Even though the Schneiders were the wealthiest family in California, all eligible women feared
him.
To this day, he hasn’t found a wife.
I smiled faintly. “It’s fine. I can accept you, no matter what you’re like.”
“Alright. In half a month, I’ll hold the grandest wedding to marry you.”
After receiving a positive response, I hung up the phone and turned my gaze back to the ward’s
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door nearby. Suddenly, I heard a faint, ambiguous moan coming from inside.
I walked over and peered through the small glass window of the ward’s door, only to witness ar intimate scene inside.
Tyler and my half–sister, Clara Robinson, were cheek to cheek.
His body pressed against her arm as he moved frantically against her.
“Clara, baby… you’re amazing.”
Clara was initially engaged to Tyler, but an accident left her in a vegetative state.
Tyler and I had been at odds since childhood; we were known as sworn enemies in New York City.
But our relationship originally was not like this. I met Tyler first and I was his real childhood sweetheart.
My mother died when I was five. My father was always busy with work and barely paid me any
attention.
Until I was ten, Tyler had always been by my side, accompanying me through the most lonely and difficult years.
At that same time, my father brought back his illegitimate daughter, Clara. Then, everything changed.
She took away my father and Tyler. From then on, Tyler and I became mortal enemies.
That same year, the Jacobsons‘ business suffered a huge blow. Their funds dried up and they couldn’t find help anywhere in New York except from my father.
He had only one condition: Tyler had to fulfil the marriage agreement with the Robinsons. But Clara was now in a coma. How could she fulfil an engagement with Tyler?
The only suitable marriage candidate was me.
Tyler looked at me with a furious expression. “Clarine Robinson, are you really that vicious? You won’t be satisfied until you break up your sister and me, huh?”
I laughed so hard that my body shook. “Of course. The Jacobsons have fallen from grace anyway, so marrying me is your only option. Take it or leave it.”
On the wedding day, Tyler didn’t even bother to show up. He just sent a life–sized doll made to look like him instead.
Everyone looked displeased, but I gracefully linked arms with the doll and affectionately called it “husband.”
Marrying Tyler was what I had dreamed of before.
Now, after three years of marriage, I regret it.
During these three years, I tried every way to make love with him and seduced him 999 times.
But each time, I failed. I thought he just couldn’t forget Clara.
I believed that if I just tried a little harder, I could win his heart.
Then, I first caught him relieving his desires with Clara’s worn stockings.
After he finished, he even took a call.
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I didn’t know what was said on the other end. Still, I only heard Tyler scoff contemptuously, “Clarine can’t even compare to one of Clara’s fingers. Fall in love with her? Over my dead body You don’t know how disgusted I feel just looking at her.”
Every word was like a knife stabbing my heart, but I still didn’t give up.
Until I caught him for the second time, the third time …
Sometimes, he clutched Clara’s photo in our bedroom.
Other times, in the hospital like now, beside her unconscious body.
“By this point, I’d lost count of how many times I’d caught him.
And my heart had gone completely cold.
“Tyler, if you don’t want me, there are others who will.”
