He Said Divorce Was to Avoid My Labor Pain Novel – In our first year of marriage, my officer husband and I made love every night, breaking ten bed boards in military housing. In the second year, he returned safely from a mission, and was awarded a Medal of Honor. In the third year, he became the head of the Military Base, respectfully addressed by everyone as General Hayes. Even after taking charge of the entire Military Base, he remained affectionate toward me, regardless of the setting.
The shooting range, the office—traces of our intimacy were everywhere. The new performer in the military, Tiffany Davis, even wrote a dedicated piece about it in the Military Base newsletter. [General and his wife “exercise” seven times a day—so enviable, I want that too.] Benjamin Hayes was furious and immediately suspended Tiffany for investigation. That night, he clung to me relentlessly— until the bed boards shattered. In the heat of passion, I heard him whisper softly: “I want a son and a daughter, a perfect, happy family.” Yet two months later, Tiffany was pregnant with his child.
When I found out, I gave him an ultimatum: divorce me, or cut ties with Tiffany completely. He locked himself in the shooting range all night, finally printing out the divorce papers. His tone was resolute: “Tiffany just graduated from university this year. I have to take responsibility for her!” “The divorce is just a temporary measure. Once the baby is born, I promise I’ll remarry you!” I didn’t say a word, simply double-checking the asset division details on the divorce papers. Then, I signed my name without hesitation: “May you have a wonderful marriage filled with joy.” Benjamin didn’t seem to expect me to be so decisive. In his mind, I was supposed to cry, make a scene, and threaten to harm myself. Seeing me so calm now, he frowned instead: “Not even a word to try and stop me, Sophia Williams?! Have you been wanting to divorce me for a long time? !” Before I could reply, he scrutinized me with a probing gaze, “Or have you been seeing someone else, just waiting to take this money and run off with him?” Men are all the same.
When things don’t go as they expect, they resort to slander to cover up their own frustration and guilt. I sneered, “Benjamin, you’re the one who cheated. There’s no need to project your guilt onto me.” I looked at him calmly. “I gave you a chance. You chose this divorce yourself.” Benjamin was stunned by my words, unsure if he was surprised by my composure or actually feeling a twinge of guilt. He lowered his eyes, his tone sheepish, “Tiffany and I were both drunk that night. She’s a young girl; being pregnant out of wedlock would ruin her reputation.” His tone was certain, but his eyes were evasive for a split second. “Trust me.
Once the child gets the birth certificate, I’ll remarry you immediately.” “Then we can have her child call you ‘Mom.’ You won’t have to go through the pain of childbirth.” Chapter 2 Drunk? I found his words utterly ridiculous. The Military Base had strict regulations: officers were absolutely forbidden from drinking. Even if Tiffany, a mere performer, didn’t know the rules, how could he not know? Besides, being drunk is no excuse for misconduct! I chuckled softly. “So, General, are you saying that being drunk justifies doing whatever you want, even cheating on your wife?”” “Tiffany published those shameless remarks in the newsletter to deliberately provoke me!” “How dare she call herself a soldier? Doesn’t she know that a violation of military marriage protection laws is a crime?” I paused, giving Benjamin a meaningful look. “Or is it… that someone has been enabling her all along?” Benjamin stiffened slightly, his eyes a mix of guilt and unease: “She knows she was wrong about the newspaper incident, and I’ve already punished her accordingly. Can you let it go, okay?” “Sophia, I know I’ve wronged you, but what’s done is unchangable.
Don’t drag an innocent person into this anymore.” “Her reputation shouldn’t be ruined over this. As a man, and as the head of the Military Base, I have to take responsibility!” His tone was sincere, his voice firm. But that phrase—”let it go”—shattered the last trace of affection I held for our past. “Mhm, she’s innocent. It was my mistake.” I pointed at the divorce papers. “In that case, let’s not keep making mistakes. Just sign it.” Benjamin picked up the pen, hesitated for a few seconds over the signature line, but eventually signed his name neatly. hesitated for a few seconds over the signature lineFrom age 20 to 28, my life was filled with Benjamin.
One year of knowing each other, two years of dating, five years of marriage. I remembered when we first got married, he was just a junior officer standing in the corner of the formation. To get him noticed by his superiors, I pulled every string I had. When he got injured in training, I would keep the lamp on, applying medicine for him night after night. Even when I was exhausted after our intimacy, I would just smile and tell him, “I’m fine.” I had a gentle nature and never liked to argue or get entangled in conflicts with others. Back when we were dating, Benjamin used to tease that my calmness meant I didn’t really love him. Later, to provoke a reaction from me, he deliberately grew close to a female subordinate.
He even treated me coldly for a few days, just to test if I would get jealous. But in the end, he was the one who surrendered and came to me. The man, who never wanted to bow his head, knelt on one knee that day and held me, “Sophia, I really lost to you. Even if you show no emotion, I’ll take it—I’m yours.” Chapter 3 Hearing those words, I threw myself into his arms like a kitten. Benjamin would never know, during those few days he disappeared, I searched almost every place in Manhattan he might have gone. I was already terrified to the core, so much so that when I held him, my voice was trembling: “Okay! No going back on your word now! And… no more disappearing. I’ll be worried.” He stiffened, then tightened his arms around me, laughter bubbling in his voice: “Sophia! I knew it, you do care about me, don’t you?” “I swear, I will never make you worry again, never…” That was the moment I decided… he was the one for the rest of my life. Back then, his training was grueling; he came back almost every day covered in cuts and bruises.
Just to ease his pain a little, I even taught myself to make restorative herbal broth to nourish his body every day. Later, when he finally worked his way up to Battalion Commander and wasn’t so tired, he proposed and said: “I love Sophia, and Sophia deserves the best.” But now, with everything settled, divorce papers in hand, he said: “Sophia, don’t make this hard for me. Tiffany is pregnant and can’t be alone.”
He used to hold me, resting his chin on the top of my head, and promise: “I will definitely climb to a higher position and make you the most glorious General’s wife.” I believed him. So, in his first year, when he wanted the Medal of Honor, I made it happen. In his third year, when he wanted to become the head of the Military Base, I pulled every string for him.