Chapter 1

My wife has a tattoo on her upper thigh. Three words: "I love you."

She wouldn't remove it. Every time we were intimate, she would even make me look at it.

She said it was a mark of shame from her past as a nightclub girl, a way to deeply remember the pain of those years.

Later, on the day we were celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary at a hotel, a little girl who looked exactly like her rushed into the banquet hall.

She cried, "Give me back my mommy!"

Only then did I learn that the tattoo on my wife's leg was done by the little girl's father himself.

I laughed, picked up the microphone, and said, "Today is the divorce banquet for me and Clara. Everyone, eat and drink well."

Today is my fourth wedding anniversary with Clara.

I specially hosted a banquet at a five-star hotel to celebrate.

I even hired a professional band to perform.

But halfway through the performance, a little girl rushed in. She used the doll in her hand to hit me hard as I sat below the stage.

"Give me back my mommy!"

Instantly, the whole venue fell silent. Everyone stared at me and this little girl.

I was completely bewildered too.

"Little girl, you got the wrong place, right?"

"Your mommy isn't here."

Clara hurriedly got up to pull her away.

"I'll take you to find your mommy."

Unexpectedly, the girl burst into tears: "Mommy, are you sending me away?"

"Come back, let's live happily with Daddy."

I froze completely, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Clara, who had been married to me for four years, suddenly had a child out of nowhere!

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm not your mommy."

Clara looked panicked, dragging her, trying to leave.

"You are my mommy! Daddy said you love him very much. You guys even got tattoos back then. That was your couple tattoo; he has one too!"

Boom! It felt like a bomb exploded in my brain.

"Clara, is she really your child?"

I asked in disbelief.

I didn't believe it at first.

But this girl knew about her tattoo.

That tattoo at the base of her thigh, three words: "I love you."

Back then, she told me she got drunk and passed out at the entrance of a nightclub, was picked up by a man, and taken advantage of.

She said when she woke up, she had this tattoo.

I once suggested she get it removed, but not only did she refuse, she made me look at it when we slept together.

Because she said it was her shame, and she wanted to remember the pain deeply through this method.

I believed her and even comforted her, saying it didn't matter, that I didn't care about her past.

But now I know, that was a couple tattoo she got with another man.

The whole room was buzzing with discussion.

"Oh my god, Clara actually has a child."

"Tsk tsk, and to think Liam treated her so well all these years, serving her like a queen."

Indeed, I treated Clara very well over the years.

I met her at a nightclub. She was the prettiest girl there; many men wanted to get close to her.

She walked only to me, grabbed my hand, and whispered, "Mister, I beg you to take me away. I don't want to be here anymore."

My heart ached for her, so I took her away.

Then we got together. I discovered the tattoo on her leg, but I didn't care, thinking as long as her heart was clean, it was fine.

Then every day I went out to work, and she stayed home watching dramas in the air conditioning.

Later, my company developed better and better, making a lot of money.

So I took her traveling, bought her all kinds of luxury goods, making her the envy of everyone.