The Picture Perfect Love

When an earthquake strikes, I'm trapped under one end of a collapsed slab. On the other end is the student I've been sponsoring.

My husband, Sebastian Chesson, tells the rescue team to save the student first.

The rescuers hesitate. "The other victim might not make it if we do."

Sebastian replies coldly, "The other one is my wife. I'll sign a waiver—she's not that easy to kill."

I survive, but the three-month-old baby in my womb doesn't.

Later, a rescuer hands me a card. "Mr. Chesson said this is five million dollars in exchange for your life."

Meanwhile, Sebastian and the student's fairytale romance dominates the trending charts, praised by the internet as the epitome of true love.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I return home to find the student lounging on my bed, wearing my pajamas, playfully teasing Sebastian.

Just then, a call comes in from Sebastian's student, who's been eyeing me for a long time. His voice is low, flirtatious, and sinful. "Ms. Sinclair, you always remind me to get to bed early… If you really care, why don't you move in and make sure I do?"

"Who was that?" Sebastian Chesson turned around and frowned at me.

I hung up and saw Roxanne Lloyd's smug expression. However, I didn't make a scene. I simply said, "It was a telemarketer."

Sebastian didn't say whether he believed me. His sharp eyes scanned me seriously. "It looks like your injuries aren't too bad."

My left arm was in a sling, my face was scraped, and I was limping. He was the same man who used to tear up if I so much as cut a finger.

Now all I got was a flat "not too bad". My chest tightened, and my heart shrank from the cold.

Sebastian turned back to Roxanne, his expression soft. "Rox was injured in an earthquake while volunteering as a teacher in a remote area. She didn't have any family nearby, so I brought her home to take care of her."

Roxanne leaned into Sebastian and put on a fragile act. "Tessa, you know I don't have family here. I only have my teacher. You wouldn't make me leave, would you?"

I didn't shout or cause a scene. Instead, I just said calmly, "Sure. Of course."

Then I left the room, sat down in the living room, and texted my best friend, who is a lawyer, to help draft the divorce papers.

The whole afternoon passed without Sebastian or Roxanne leaving the bedroom.

It wasn't until around dinnertime that Sebastian finally came out with a scowl after noticing that I hadn't called him for dinner. "Isn't dinner ready yet? Rox is still recovering, and she shouldn't be starving…"

He cut himself off mid-sentence, perhaps suddenly realizing that I was injured too.

I caught the brief flicker of guilt on his face, but I didn't feel anything. I asked, "Where's Lilian?"

He came downstairs and entered the kitchen. "Rox isn't used to strangers in the house. And