I drove the car speeding through the skyscrapers, letting the wild wind hit my face. The engine roared louder as the fire inside me tended. I was tempted to try and see what would happen if I put the gas pedal to the metal. Would it save me from this terrible marriage?

I'm Serena Anson, a miserable joke who had once again caught her husband's betrayal.I looked aside at the passenger seat where a pile of pictures of my husband embracing and kissing another woman was present.

My marriage with Tyler Walter started from an accidental one-night stand and now he was revenging me by sleeping around with his sluts.

I increased the throttle and the night in front of me was like a huge black hole trying to swallow me up. However, instead of fear, I seemed to have a morbid thrill. If I died like this, would Tyler mourn for me with remorse?

I closed my eyes as the obstacle ahead of me got closer and closer. But the next second, a lovely angel face appeared in my mind and my sanity pulled back. I couldn't die! I couldn't leave Millie alone in the world.

As my car was about to hit the bridge pillar, I opened my eyes and quickly swerved into the left lane, perfectly avoiding the pillar that might take my life. I couldn't help but chuckle when I caught the exasperated face of Death. All these years, I could feel him have been lurking in the darkness around me, waiting to reap my life. But once again, I overcame him.

I stopped the car at the familiar villa,"My complexion returned to normal. I couldn't let my daughter know her father was a scumbag. Taylor was also convinced I would do that."，Yes, I did,。

I always took care of the women out there for him. Pathetic as it may sound, but for my daughter Millie, I will endure.

I got the photos together and exited the car, heading to the corner where I usually burned them. I calmly watched the fire engulfing the face of my husband and his mistresses, my heart no longer hurt as much as it had the first time I found Tyler was cheating on me.I had loved that man dearly but the love was dead already.

I opened the door, and there were only nanny Maria and my daughter's shoes in the hallway, which meant that Tyler hadn't come back tonight. I breathed a sigh. I always liked to track his movements more than before, and now his absence is the best reward for me.

"Serena, your husband's not home yet." Maria came over and confirmed my guess. I nodded and said I knew.

"Where's Millie?" I changed my shoes and looked into my daughter's room.

"She's fast asleep. It's just that she kept asking when Mr. Walter would be home today." Maria said distressed. Maria knew that Tyler rarely went home, and she hardly saw the man in this house.

"Maria, you can get off work, thank you for taking care of Millie." I don't want to explain more about Tyler, there is no point in showing the wound to others, the important thing is that I have become numb to it.

Now, I just want to lie on the big bed, I think I'm really tired.

Before lying down, I went to Millie's room, looked at her sleeping face, and kissed her forehead. My inner happiness began to rise again, and my brows began to stretch unconsciously. I'm glad I beat the darkness once again. No matter how bad my marriage with Tyler was, Millie was my greatest gift. She's the reason that made me strong.

Out of Mille's room, I lay my exhausted body on the soft bed after changing my clothes. I stared blankly at the ceiling. How long had this been? Being stuck in such a hopeless marriage?

I used to believe marrying the man of your dreams would be bliss, but the cruel reality taught me that you can't force love. I don't know how much longer I can hold out, but I'll do my best for Millie.

I buried my head under the covers letting sleep capture me. There was still a lot of work awaiting me. I needed to let go of the needless jealousy and sadness and then focus on the ones that were worth it.

However, feather kisses on my shoulders woke me up at exactly 4 AM. I groaned and rolled on the bed. The shameless lips that disturbed my comfortable sleep went to my neck. I opened my eyes and angrily pushed Tyler. His eyes immediately mirrored the anger that ignited between us.

“What the…”

I shot him cold glares. “I’m exhausted, Tyler!”

He sat on the bed and hissed. “That’s always your reason!”

“Because it’s the truth. I worked all day until midnight. Do you expect me to stay awake and wait for you so you can quench your fcking thirst? No way! never! I'm not any of your bitches who crave your shameless c*ck!”

He clenched his jaws. “That's bullshit! You think so highly of yourself just because you’re the top ophthalmologist. I am one of the top CEOs, Serena! Respect me!”

“Do you respect me?” I growled back. Shame on him for demanding such a word when he doesn’t apply it himself.

He was silent, and I glared at him again in anger. "I'm asking you, Tyler! Do you respect me? No, right? Let me tell you one thing. Respect is earned, not demanded."

His silence made my heart shatter again, that was the truth, my husband never respected me, he just treated me like his whore, like any woman out there.

I didn't want to face that annoying face anymore, I got off the bed tending to leave but he grabbed me back on the bed and quickly mounted me.

“Get off me!” I slapped his arms angrily.

He tightened his grip, "Get off you? NO! I would never do that. You're still my wife, Serena. What kind of wife doesn’t make love to her husband?”

“You disgust me, Tyler. Do you really think I’d still sleep with you after you slept with different women? Screw you! I’m not a s*x toy!”

He looked at me with eyes blazing with anger. I felt like I could see the hatred in his soul through his eyes and it was directed at me. For some reason, I felt scared to hear the words he would say next.

He went closer and gritted his teeth. “Did you forget that you were the one who brought us into this situation, Serena?

"You framed me up and got pregnant with my child. You manipulated me so don’t throw me such words because you’re no different with the women I fcked."

"You just need my surname to become a doctor! Due to the death of your parents, you lost your wealth and reputation, so you plotted a one-night stand!"

I slapped him as tears formed in the corner of my eyes. How dare he judge me like that?"How could he twist the fact that I was nearly broken after my parents' death into a scheme of mine?"

"He... I covered my chest, realizing I couldn't make a sound. I had always thought that at least one thing was true - that even though he didn't love me, he believed in my honesty. Now, the past six years felt like a massive cesspool, constantly nauseating me."

"I could no longer bear it," I was suddenly tired of this endless bickering. I had a feeling it was going to destroy us all sooner or later, including Millie.

With that thought, I made my decision. I sniffed and wiped the lone tear that rolled down my cheeks. I swallowed hard and stared at Tyler again—with a blank expression this time.

“I want a divorce.”

His forehead creased. “What?”

I looked down and balled my trembling fists before I looked at him again with teary eyes. “We’re not gonna work out, Tyler. Let’s just divorce.”

His lips parted. He stared at me for a few seconds before he brushed his fingers against his hair and let out a sarcastic laugh. He turned his back and turned to me again with a ridiculed expression before his face mirrored his anger.

“And you think I’ll let you go? Huh? You think you can put an end to this that easily? Right after you ruined my life?”

“You don’t want this marriage, right? You’ve been constantly cheating on me, Tyler! I want out! I quit! Just wait for the divorce agreement and you can finally be with your mistresses—”

“No one’s divorcing, Serena!” He growled and punched the wall. His chest was moving up and down rapidly. His face and neck were so red as violence showed in his eyes.

I gasped in shock and stared at him. He headed to me. The violence in his eyes was so scary.

"Don't even dream of leaving, Serena. Back when you had the guts to steal my seeds, you should have been prepared for my revenge."

Anger was dripping in every corner of my body again. Yes, I got pregnant unplanned. But it wasn’t entirely my fault. We did it together so how am I to blame alone?

I could no longer tolerate how he treated me and I grabbed the lampshade and threw it at him. He used his arms to cover his chest and it created a shallow cut on his arm. I saw it clearly but I ignored it. The wound he inflicted in my heart is much deeper than that mere cut. It was nothing compared to what he made me feel in this marriage.

He looked at me and clenched his jaws. “Go on! Throw everything. Ruin everything but I will not allow you to get away. You brought this upon us, Serena. You ruined my life so I will ruin yours too. I promise you…I will never allow you to be happy. Not until I die in your hands and you’re finally free.”

“Mo…my…dada…”

My anger immediately vanished and worry filled me. I saw Tyler’s expression change too as I turned to where the voice came from.

Rubbing her eyes while standing by the door connecting to her bedroom, was Millie. She’s wearing her pink sleepwear and it obviously looked like we woke her up.

“Sweetie…” I walked towards her and carried her.

I gently removed her tiny hand rubbing her eyes. She looked at me with sleepiness and innocence. “Mommy, daddy… fighting?”

My lips parted. Before I could answer, Tyler stood beside me and put his arm around my waist. He kissed Millie’s cheek and caressed her hair.

“Of course not. Mommy and Daddy aren’t fighting, princess.” Tyler’s gentle voice was so clear in my ear. When was the last time I heard him talk to me using that gentle voice? It sounds so absurd but I’m starting to regret the day I married him.

“Why don’t we go back to your room, sweetie? I’ll sing you to sleep.”

She shook her head. “Millie wants to sleep with mommy and daddy…”

Tyler carried her from me, distracting her from our messy bedroom. “Of course! Princess can do whatever she wants. Let’s go!”

My eyes followed them as Tyler carried Millie to her bedroom and put her on her small bed. He put the blanket on her before he looked at me. I had no choice. I don’t want my daughter to think that we’re fighting. I climbed on the bed and lay beside Millie. Tyler was on the other side, staring at me intently.

“Mommy, sing…” Millie whispered. I smiled and started caressing her hair as I started singing softly. I could feel Tyler’s stares but I ignored him completely.

I thought it was over, but after Millie fell into a deep slumber, I felt Tyler’s eyes piercing through my body again.

I looked at him and met his blazing eyes. He clenched his jaws as his eyes darkened even more.

“Don’t ever bring up divorce again, Serena. There’s no way I’ll let you go and escape this miserable life."

"You are destined to suffer with me. You are mine.”