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That evening, my oldest child, Stuart, who already ran his own company, told me:
"Mom Sullivan, don't worry. We're not here to divide the family fortune—we just want to help you vent and make the villains face their consequences."
"Yes, Mom Sullivan. Although you didn't raise us, your blood flows in our bodies. Without you, there would be no us."
"Uncle Griffin told us everything. This time we'll fight them to the bitter end and make them crawl back where they came from."
Watching these four sensible children call me "mom" with every breath warmed my heart and swept away all my recent depression and pain.
After the children left, Cameron wanted to have a serious talk with me.
We sat in the villa's courtyard, feeling strange and distant.
Cameron stared at the lily tree, his voice choking up:
"Rowan, you planted this tree for me yourself. You said we would definitely love each other until old age."
"In just half a month, how did we become strangers?"
I laughed coldly.
So this was just "half a month" to him—he didn't mention a word about the time he spent enjoying family bliss.
He was such a hypocrite.
I didn't speak, just closed my eyes wearily.
After all, this was a man I'd loved for twenty years—saying I wasn't sad and heartbroken would be a lie.
Cameron sobbed as he recounted how I'd pampered and accommodated him in the past.
When he was sick, I stayed by his bedside without sleep, giving him our only fever medicine while I burned with fever until I collapsed.
When he needed to go out, I'd drop my work to pick him up and drop him off at a single word.
As dawn broke, he finally said those last words:
"Rowan, you love me so much—please take pity on me one last time, okay?"
"Give the shares to Adrian and Natasha. I can't be there as they grow up—I already owe them so much. I just want them to live well."
At this point, Cameron and I had reached the absolute end.
All his deep feelings were for Sage and her children—he was just using my emotions over and over again.
I just looked at him coldly:
"Cameron, when your parents went bankrupt from gambling and wouldn't let you finish high school, who worked three jobs a day and kowtowed to them so you could go to college?"
"I fought tooth and nail to start the company, made you the envied President Cameron, bought your parents retirement insurance, gave them living expenses, bought your brother a car and house. Who made you an honored guest in your family, looked up to by everyone?"
Cameron stopped sobbing, just stuttering:
"Rowan, it was you, all you. I know you loved me wholeheartedly. I wronged you. I'm begging you to help me one last time—let the two children have someone to depend on."
"Don't worry, I'll love you wholeheartedly from now on and never betray your feelings again."
Silence fell around us again.
Though Cameron spoke haltingly, I understood everything.
He still wanted to use my feelings to secure a future for those two bastards, to hand over my life's work to some outside woman.
His love was more poisonous than poison itself—not only would it kill me, it would destroy my very soul.
I had indeed wasted my entire life.
Finally, I asked that soul-searching question:
"Cameron, since you can't bear to part with the children and want them to have someone to depend on, why didn't you divorce me earlier?"
"After divorce, you could have married Sage, worked together, and created a future for the children. Wouldn't that be better?"
Cameron fell silent.
He wasn't without that thought—he'd just weighed the pros and cons.
That bitch Sage was good for romance and sweet words, but support the family? Absolutely impossible.
Cameron stuttered again:
"Sage, she's... used to being pampered, can't handle the hardships of struggling, you know..."
See?
This is men for you—enjoying the comfortable material life their wives provide while complaining that we're not as sweet-talking and caring as the women outside.
"Cameron, ten million is enough for you and the children to live on for a lifetime. Let's get divorced."
Everything that needed to be said had been said.
I could honestly say that in twenty years of marriage, I hadn't wronged Cameron by even a fraction. Ten million was my final gesture of affection.
Cameron tried to lean his head toward me, but I dodged.
In the air, Cameron's crying resumed.
Crocodile tears only inspire contempt and disgust.
"Mom Sullivan, don't worry. We're not here to divide the family fortune—we just want to help you vent and make the villains face their consequences."
"Yes, Mom Sullivan. Although you didn't raise us, your blood flows in our bodies. Without you, there would be no us."
"Uncle Griffin told us everything. This time we'll fight them to the bitter end and make them crawl back where they came from."
Watching these four sensible children call me "mom" with every breath warmed my heart and swept away all my recent depression and pain.
After the children left, Cameron wanted to have a serious talk with me.
We sat in the villa's courtyard, feeling strange and distant.
Cameron stared at the lily tree, his voice choking up:
"Rowan, you planted this tree for me yourself. You said we would definitely love each other until old age."
"In just half a month, how did we become strangers?"
I laughed coldly.
So this was just "half a month" to him—he didn't mention a word about the time he spent enjoying family bliss.
He was such a hypocrite.
I didn't speak, just closed my eyes wearily.
After all, this was a man I'd loved for twenty years—saying I wasn't sad and heartbroken would be a lie.
Cameron sobbed as he recounted how I'd pampered and accommodated him in the past.
When he was sick, I stayed by his bedside without sleep, giving him our only fever medicine while I burned with fever until I collapsed.
When he needed to go out, I'd drop my work to pick him up and drop him off at a single word.
As dawn broke, he finally said those last words:
"Rowan, you love me so much—please take pity on me one last time, okay?"
"Give the shares to Adrian and Natasha. I can't be there as they grow up—I already owe them so much. I just want them to live well."
At this point, Cameron and I had reached the absolute end.
All his deep feelings were for Sage and her children—he was just using my emotions over and over again.
I just looked at him coldly:
"Cameron, when your parents went bankrupt from gambling and wouldn't let you finish high school, who worked three jobs a day and kowtowed to them so you could go to college?"
"I fought tooth and nail to start the company, made you the envied President Cameron, bought your parents retirement insurance, gave them living expenses, bought your brother a car and house. Who made you an honored guest in your family, looked up to by everyone?"
Cameron stopped sobbing, just stuttering:
"Rowan, it was you, all you. I know you loved me wholeheartedly. I wronged you. I'm begging you to help me one last time—let the two children have someone to depend on."
"Don't worry, I'll love you wholeheartedly from now on and never betray your feelings again."
Silence fell around us again.
Though Cameron spoke haltingly, I understood everything.
He still wanted to use my feelings to secure a future for those two bastards, to hand over my life's work to some outside woman.
His love was more poisonous than poison itself—not only would it kill me, it would destroy my very soul.
I had indeed wasted my entire life.
Finally, I asked that soul-searching question:
"Cameron, since you can't bear to part with the children and want them to have someone to depend on, why didn't you divorce me earlier?"
"After divorce, you could have married Sage, worked together, and created a future for the children. Wouldn't that be better?"
Cameron fell silent.
He wasn't without that thought—he'd just weighed the pros and cons.
That bitch Sage was good for romance and sweet words, but support the family? Absolutely impossible.
Cameron stuttered again:
"Sage, she's... used to being pampered, can't handle the hardships of struggling, you know..."
See?
This is men for you—enjoying the comfortable material life their wives provide while complaining that we're not as sweet-talking and caring as the women outside.
"Cameron, ten million is enough for you and the children to live on for a lifetime. Let's get divorced."
Everything that needed to be said had been said.
I could honestly say that in twenty years of marriage, I hadn't wronged Cameron by even a fraction. Ten million was my final gesture of affection.
Cameron tried to lean his head toward me, but I dodged.
In the air, Cameron's crying resumed.
Crocodile tears only inspire contempt and disgust.
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