Every time Conrad brought a mistress home, he brought a man for me as well. “I need novelty. You need company. We each get what we want, so neither of us has the right to complain,” he always said. Then his mistress got pregnant, and he brought home yet another man. This time, he informed me coldly, “Sherry won’t have the baby unless I give her a proper title. We’ll divorce for now. Before we remarry, you can get to know him. I won’t stop you.” In private, someone asked him, “Conrad, that’s the wife you knelt through ninety-nine stone steps to win back. Are you really willing to let her sleep with another man?” Conrad merely took a slow drag of his cigarette. “Everyone knows Cecilia has a purist streak when it comes to love. She won’t touch him.” Just as everyone assumed I would do what I had done before, write the man a check and send him away, I smiled. “All right. I’ll do as you say.” … The cigarette between Conrad’s lips stilled. Someone nearby sucked in a sharp breath. “She agreed?” “No way. She’s not kicking him out this time?” Conrad quickly recovered his careless expression. He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, walked over, and patted my shoulder. “Enjoy yourself.” Then he put an arm around Sherry and headed upstairs. Behind me, whispers rustled through the room. “Is Cecilia serious this time?” “Oh, please. She loves Conrad too much. I bet she’ll still write that guy a check and send him packing.” “Conrad got someone pregnant this time. She’s probably just putting on a show to make him jealous.” I clenched my fists and walked forward with Adrian. They were right. Before this, every time Conrad brought another man to me, I handed him a check with a cold face and drove him away. I thought that was loyalty to my marriage. I thought that at least I was cleaner than Conrad. In the end, Sherry’s belly began to swell. What my so-called purity earned me was a divorce agreement, a bed I slept in alone, and the mocking eyes of everyone in the living room. I pushed open the bedroom door. When I turned around, I bumped straight into Adrian’s chest.
The tips of Adrian’s ears flushed faintly red. I gave a light cough and sat on the bed, pretending to be calm. “You sell yourself for money?” I asked. He nodded. The old me probably would have sneered, tossed him a check, told him to “take the money and get out,” and thought he was filthy. But really, among these people, who was filthier than Conrad? “Go take a shower.” I glanced at the divorce agreement on the bedside table and spoke quietly. For the past three years, I had turned a blind eye to Conrad’s absurd behavior. Because I loved him, I retreated step by step, while he pushed further and further. Now that we were both tired of this marriage… It was time for it to end. I picked up the pen and signed my name. Adrian came out of the shower just then, his hair still damp. The moment he saw me, the tips of his ears reddened visibly. “I’m done showering…” At the same time, my phone lit up. A message from Conrad: 【Go to bed early.】 I almost laughed. He had never sent me messages like that before. He had never cared about my daily life. But today, he did. Was it because I had kept Adrian? Was it because he had finally realized that Cecilia, the woman who had always been loyal to him, might truly be changing? I did not reply. I untied the belt of Adrian’s robe, slipped my hand inside, and pressed my palm against his abs. The lights went out, and we fell onto the bed kissing.
Early the next morning, I pressed a hand against my aching waist. We had done it several times last night. Adrian’s stamina in bed was almost terrifying. When I went downstairs, Adrian was in the kitchen helping the housekeeper. The moment he saw me, his ears turned red again. I smiled. I had just sat down at the dining table when Conrad came downstairs. He sat across from me, wearing an unreadable smile. “How was last night?” Before I could answer, the front door was pushed open. Conrad’s friend Mike rushed in cheerfully. “I bet she kicks him out by noon!” Jack followed right behind him. “Conrad, I bet she kicked that guy out last night—” His voice stopped abruptly. When he saw me, his expression shifted from excitement to embarrassment. “Cecilia… morning!” Conrad lifted the coffee beside him and took a sip, looking perfectly relaxed. As if his friends treating his marriage like entertainment was something to be proud of. I stood and walked toward the kitchen. “You should go. About what we discussed last night, we’ll talk later.” Adrian froze for a moment. Joy flashed in his eyes. He took off the apron, turned, and left. The front door closed. The living room fell silent for two seconds. Jack lowered his voice deliberately. “See? She still kicked him out.” Mike laughed. “Conrad really knows how to train a wife. That’s the kind of woman you marry. From now on, Conrad can have as many lovers as he wants. I’m jealous.” Conrad sat at the table, listening to them with the corners of his mouth curved. I exhaled and walked out of the dining room. Conrad and I spoke almost at the same time. “Come back to the old house with me for dinner tonight…” “Go to city hall at two this afternoon and finalize the divorce…”
Everyone froze. I placed the signed divorce agreement on the table. “Let’s get the divorce done first.” Conrad’s gaze fell on my signature. He did not move. Only after a long while did he look up at me. “What’s the rush? Didn’t I say we’d wait until Sherry’s pregnancy was more stable?” I sneered. “You don’t want to wait until I change my mind and tear up the agreement again, do you?” The atmosphere stiffened for several seconds. Then Sherry came downstairs. “Cecilia, please don’t be anxious. I just don’t want my child to be called illegitimate after he’s born. You don’t have to pressure Conrad like this.” As she spoke, her eyes reddened. Conrad looked at her pitiful face and suddenly laughed. “Cecilia, you think I don’t dare sign?” He picked up the pen from the table and signed his name quickly. Afterward, he threw the pen down hard. “Don’t worry. Once Sherry gives birth, we’ll remarry.” He stood and leaned close to my ear. “You’re the woman I stole back from hell. Out of all those things outside, which one could ever compare to you?” “This child will be raised by you later. Only you are qualified to raise him. Understand?” I said nothing. I dragged out the suitcase I had already packed and left. Behind me, Sherry’s soft voice drifted over. “Conrad, she… won’t really refuse to come back, will she?” Conrad glanced at Sherry. “Now that Cecilia’s gone, you must be secretly delighted.” “Of course not!” Sherry pouted. “My upbringing would never allow me to destroy someone else’s marriage…” As she spoke, she lowered her head and touched her belly. “Everything is for the child.” That wronged little expression instantly dissolved Conrad’s temper. “All right, don’t cry. I was only teasing you.” I took a deep breath and quickly left with my suitcase.
At one fifty that afternoon, I sat on a bench at city hall. I called Conrad for the tenth time. Still no answer. I found my lawyer’s number and sent a message. 【Help me file for divorce through litigation. I’ll send you the materials this afternoon.】 That night, after Conrad’s father, Old Blackwell, urged me several times, I still went back to the old house. Not long after I arrived, the door opened. Conrad walked in with his arm around Sherry. When he saw me, he froze. Old Blackwell’s face darkened. “You bastard. You bring just anyone into this house now?” Conrad sat down with Sherry in his arms, his tone easy. “Dad, it’s just dinner. Do you need to be this angry?” Then he glanced at me. “I thought you weren’t coming, so I brought her. Today is her occasion. Don’t make trouble.” I gave a small laugh. We were not even divorced yet, and he had already brought his mistress to meet his parents. Back then, on the day Conrad proposed to me, I was unexpectedly diagnosed with an illness. To avoid holding him back, I cruelly rejected him. But Conrad ran to the church and knelt his way up the stone steps one by one. Ninety-nine steps. His knees were scraped raw, all to pray that I would recover. When I found out, I cried bitterly and finally agreed to marry him. At the time, I thought true love could overcome anything. “So this is the pregnant mistress? Shameless.” Conrad’s mother’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Almost instinctively, he frowned and pulled Sherry closer. “Mom, you don’t get to criticize my woman.” Sherry leaned against him with red eyes. She always looked as if the entire world had wronged her. I found it boring and stood indifferently. “I’ll leave first.” The moment I walked out of the Blackwell family gates, I suddenly remembered something. Back then, his prayer had been: “Even if Cecilia never stays with me, as long as she is healthy, that’s enough.” Well then. He got his wish.
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