Chapter 5

"I'm giving you one last chance. As long as you change your mind, I'll take down the trending topic and act like nothing happened."

"From now on you'll still be my husband, Bridges' father, and our family of three will still be a loving family."

Hathaway's tone was haughty, as if she were bestowing charity.

I clutched the envelope of documents in my hand, a cold smile curling at the corner of my mouth.

The more Hathaway emphasized "telegony," the more she was pushing herself toward a dead end.

She thought it was her shield, but little did she know, it was also her death warrant.

"Hathaway, I'll say it again—stop talking to me about this bullshit telegony. It only makes me think you're an idiot."

Hathaway was furious:

"Ungrateful!"

"Larson, let me tell you, if we really get divorced, you can forget about ever seeing your son again."

With that, Hathaway forcefully hung up the phone.

Hathaway refused to agree to a divorce.

I had wanted to file for divorce in court, but unexpectedly, Hathaway moved faster.

She sued me in court on grounds of marital infidelity.

On the day of the hearing, all of Hathaway's family relatives and friends came, including some media reporters who had caught wind of it.

The vast crowd filled the gallery seats.

They were all there to cheer Hathaway on.

Hathaway was dressed to the nines today, with Arroyo following closely behind as her close friend.

When passing by me, Hathaway stopped:

"Larson, you'd better think carefully. After the divorce, you'll have nothing."

"I'm giving you one last chance. As long as you bow your head and admit you were being unreasonable, I'll forgive you."

Hathaway spoke in a high and mighty, charitable tone.

"Forgive?"

I smiled. "Sorry, but I don't need your forgiveness."

Hathaway's face darkened. Her sinister eyes stared at me fixedly:

"Let's see how long you can be stubborn. I'm waiting for you to cry and beg me like a dog in a moment."

The trial officially began.

Hathaway first presented evidence of my infidelity to the court:

Hundreds of intimate photos of me with different women, explicit enough to rival adult films.

But I didn't recognize any of these women.

After reviewing them, the judge nodded.

"Defendant, while the telegony theory cannot serve as direct evidence, the plaintiff has provided two paternity tests from different institutions, both proving that the child born during your marriage has a parent-child relationship with you."

"Given the solid evidence of your infidelity to your family, if you cannot provide new evidence, this court will determine you to be the party at fault based on the existing facts."

Hathaway and Arroyo exchanged glances and smiled, the corners of their mouths turning up in a confident arc.

But I remained calm and smiled faintly.

Just as the judge was about to bring down the gavel, I slowly raised the envelope in my hand:

"I have evidence!"

"I have evidence to prove that Hathaway committed adultery during our marriage and is the party at fault."

"Bridges is also not my biological child. I request that the court immediately grant the divorce and require Hathaway to leave with nothing."

The gallery erupted in shock.

"The judge has acknowledged the paternity test results. The child is Larson's. Why is Larson still clinging to this?"

"Does this guy have some kind of special fetish or something?"

Everyone pointed at me and whispered among themselves.

Only Hathaway's face changed dramatically after seeing what was in my hands.

I looked at her, a mocking smile curling at my lips.

Hathaway, since you keep proclaiming the "telegony" theory.

Then let's see if the truth really is as you say!