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He pursued me for seven years and doted on me endlessly. He was the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. On our wedding anniversary, he knelt at my doorstep and begged me. "Renée, I was drugged. Tara is carrying my child." I smiled and forgave him, then turned around and signed the divorce papers. Before leaving, I took one last look at our marital home. He didn't know I had long ago overheard his whispered conversations with Tara. "Renée? Just a dead fish in bed. You're so much hotter." He also didn't know that at this very moment, at the London airport, someone who had waited five years for me was opening his arms wide. Damien, may you lose everything you love and have all your dreams come true. Renée's POV Everyone said Damien Foster loved me more than life itself. When I was fifteen, he saw me for the first time under the plane trees on Old Street. He said that with just one glance, he fell deeply in love with me. For the next seven years, he pursued me, doted on me, and made me the most envied woman in the entire city. Five years of dating, and we never once fought. The way he looked at me was always burning with intensity. But this same Damien betrayed me on our first wedding anniversary. The first time Damien begged me was because someone had drugged him at a business reception, and he slept with Tara Moore. Early next morning, he came to my house and knelt at the door, pleading with me. "Renée, I was wrong. Someone drugged me. I don't even know how it happened with Tara... You can hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want. Just please, please don't leave me." Before I could say anything, my father burst out with a riding crop in his hand. That day, my father whipped him a hundred times. Damien was strung up on the plane tree in the courtyard, his back torn open, blood dripping all over the ground. He didn't beg for mercy, just kept repeating "I'm sorry" over and over. I came downstairs and knelt before my father. "Let's set the wedding date for one month from now." My father was too angry to speak. My mother hit me twice, crying and calling me a "foolish child." A month later, the wedding took place as scheduled. When we exchanged rings, Damien gripped my hand tightly, his eyes red-rimmed. "Renée, thank you. I will never betray you in this lifetime. If I break this vow, may I lose everything I love!" I smiled but said nothing. After the honeymoon, I planned to start trying for a baby and went to the hospital for a checkup, but in the garden I stumbled upon Tara forcefully kissing Damien. The next second, Damien pushed her away and slapped her across the face. "Tara, I've already settled accounts with you for that night. If you keep making trouble, I'll make sure your family can't stay in this city!" He turned and left, his retreating figure resolute. I stood behind a tree and didn't make a sound. That night, he was exceptionally passionate-burning embraces and lingering kisses, as if he couldn't wait to fuse me into his very bones. I thought, at least he only loves me. But this illusion shattered the very next day. Tara showed up at our door, clutching a pregnancy test result. "Damien, I'm pregnant." Damien froze as if all the strength had been drained from his body. I watched him take a step forward and pull Tara tightly into his embrace. "I'm sorry." His voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry..." His apologies were truly worthless. I thought. After calming Tara down, Damien knelt before me. "Renée, I need to ask you for something." His eyes were rimmed with red. "Let Tara have the child. You'll always be my only wife. I have no future with her. Once the child is born, we'll send it to the old estate, and she'll have nothing more to do with us. I'm just asking you-please let this innocent child live." I looked down at him. He knelt at my feet, his posture as humble as a dog's. But every word he spoke was asking me to accept another woman's child-a child she bore for him. Suppressing the sourness welling up inside me, I ignored the panic in his eyes, pulled my hand away, and returned to my room. I opened my laptop and clicked on an email that had arrived three days ago. The sender was a world-class data analysis research institute in London. They had been inviting me to take a position overseas since a month ago. Because I still held out hope for Damien, I had kept refusing. But now... I typed a few words and clicked send. "I accept." That afternoon, while Damien was at his company, I went to a law firm. The lawyer was my college roommate. Within an hour, she helped me draft a divorce agreement. I tucked it into my bag and took it with me to the Moore residence. Tara was sunbathing in the courtyard. When she saw me arrive, she immediately put on a helpless expression. "Renée, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I-" I cut her off and placed the divorce agreement on the coffee table. "Get Damien to sign this. You should have a way." Tara froze for a moment, then dropped the innocent look from her face and curled her lips into a malicious smile. She picked up the agreement and flipped through it, all trace of vulnerability vanishing from her eyes. "Renée Sullivan, you should've left a long time ago. If you hadn't swooped in while I was studying abroad, the position of Mrs. Foster would've been mine from the start!" I wasn't angry. "Then hurry up. Seven days. I'm giving you seven days. Get this sorted out, and you'll be Mrs. Foster." Without waiting to see Tara's ugly expression, I turned and went home. When I got back, I started packing. We'd only been married for a month, so I didn't have much. Important documents and certificates went into one box, everyday essentials into another. I called a courier service and had both boxes shipped to the small apartment I'd bought before the marriage. After that was done, I looked around at the luxury goods in the house. During our five years together, Damien had indeed been generous with me. Dozens of designer bags, a closet full of haute couture, and three full glass display cases of jewelry. I took photos with my phone and contacted a secondhand dealer. Within two hours, they had cataloged everything and said they'd come pick it up tomorrow. "Good," I replied, "After you sell everything, donate all the proceeds to an orphanage." The dealer paused but quickly agreed. Just as I was about to rest, a commotion erupted downstairs. I stepped out of my room to see Damien bringing Tara inside, his parents following behind. His mother held Tara's arm, and when she caught sight of me, she immediately rolled her eyes. "Damien, you and Renée have been together for five years, and you've been living together for how long now? And still nothing in her belly." "Thank God Tara got pregnant, or I'd start to think you were the problem." Damien's expression darkened. "Stop talking nonsense!" His father snorted. "What nonsense? I think your mother's right! Tara was lucky-she only slept with you once and the baby came." Tara blushed. "Don't say that..." Damien pressed his lips together and said nothing. Listening to them say I couldn't conceive, I remained silent. After watching them for a while, I turned and went back to my room, pulled out my phone, and sent Tara a message. "Seven days." After sending it, I tossed my phone onto the bed and walked to the window. Outside was his family's garden. When I was fifteen, he had chased me through it, saying he wanted to pick the most beautiful flower for me. I watched for a long time, until the sunset sank below the horizon. Seven days would pass quickly.

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