Chapter 3

Seeing that I didn't speak, Hathaway continued choking with emotion:

"As long as a woman has had relations with a man, the man's genes will remain in the woman's body and be passed on to the next generation.

No matter who the woman eventually marries, the children she bears will inevitably carry genes from her ex-boyfriend."

"So the reason Bridges looks like Hughes must be because he indirectly inherited his genes, but Bridges really is your child."

I laughed coldly, my gaze icy:

"Telegony?"

"Hathaway, was your biology taught by a gym teacher, or are you treating me like an idiot?"

"If you'd just directly admit you cheated, I'd think more highly of you. Telegony—do you even believe such an absurd claim yourself?"

"Of course I believe it."

Hathaway's tone became somewhat urgent:

"Telegony is real. It's been scientifically proven."

To prove her innocence, Hathaway even pulled out several cherry-picked articles from her phone.

"Take that away. You think you can fool me with a few random articles?"

She shoved the phone in my face, but I didn't even look.

"Tell the truth. Do you have someone else on the side, which is why you're desperately making excuses to divorce me?"

Seeing me remain unmoved throughout, Hathaway looked at me suspiciously with reddened eyes, sizing me up and down.

"What? The thief crying 'thief!'"

"To get a divorce, he'll stop at nothing. He's even willing to throw dirty water on his own wife. This is too shameless."

In an instant, the entire banquet hall exploded.

Everyone's eyes looking at me changed, as if I really were some irredeemable scumbag.

Everyone self-righteously cursed me as a heartless man.

"Larson, you're an ungrateful bastard!"

"Wasted all these years Hathaway devoted her heart and soul to you."

"Touch your conscience. Are you worthy of Hathaway?"

Nasser's voice was shrill and piercing as she slapped me across the face.

Her sharp nails left several obvious bloody scratches on my face.

"Larson, Hathaway must have been blind to marry a man worse than an animal like you!"

"Not only did you cheat, but you have the audacity to demand a divorce?"

Arroyo jumped out again, pointing at my nose and cursing.

I sneered. "Who the hell are you? Our marital affairs—when is it your turn to butt in?"

"You!"

"Bastard!"

Arroyo immediately tried to rush over and hit me but was held back tightly by Hathaway.

"Hit him, hit him, beat this shameless scumbag to death!"

The scene descended into chaos.

The situation had developed into a complete farce.

The face of Hathaway's family was completely lost.

"Hmph! I never expected you to be this kind of person."

"Originally I was planning to hand over all the family businesses to you in a couple of years. I misjudged you."

"Divorce, divorce immediately. Hathaway doesn't need you."

My father-in-law Johnson, who had remained silent until now, finally couldn't help but shout at me angrily.

"No, I won't divorce. I don't want a divorce."

Hathaway shook her head crying:

"Larson, as long as you promise to break it off with that woman outside, I can give you another chance. From now on we'll live a good life together."

Hathaway leaned in Arroyo's arms, crying uncontrollably.

That humble attitude made my unreasonableness all the more apparent.

Everyone cursed me for not knowing what was good for me.

"Really living too comfortably, looking for trouble when there isn't any!"

"Where would you find such a good wife as Hathaway?"

Watching Hathaway's pretense, I felt sick to my stomach.

I didn't want to explain, and I didn't want to waste any more time or breath on them.

"Think whatever you want. In any case, I'm definitely getting this divorce."

"Tomorrow morning at ten, I'll wait for you at the City Hall entrance."

"If you don't come, then we'll see each other in court."