“Bang!” A teacup shattered at my feet. My father, bruised and livid, pointed at me in fury.
“If you dare divorce him, I’ll break your legs!”
“Isn’t scandal common among the wealthy?” "It’s nothing unusual—why make such a scene?" My mother-in-law stood, clasped my father’s arm, and tried to calm him, though she eyed me in displeasure.
"Catherine, you come from a good family. How can you act like those crude women who fight over men?"
"Look at the uproar you caused—this will disgrace the Turner family." Everyone fired their opinions, and my tears finally fell onto my hand as I uttered the painful question:
"Nathan, why did you get a vasectomy behind my back?" We had agreed to let nature decide about children, and if he refused, I would accept it.
I thought that if I conceived unexpectedly, it might awaken his fatherly instinct and change his views.
But for three long years, nothing happened.
Thinking it was my problem, I visited doctors for two years, taking endless herbal medicine. It turned out he’d already had a vasectomy.
A flash of guilt crossed Nathan’s face as he sighed deeply.
"Catherine, I had no choice!"
Then he walked over and gently held my shoulder, speaking with sincerity.