Return the Mate to His Rightful Crush

At the one-month party for our child, Eric appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, holding my favorite chestnut cake. But it wasn't for our child's celebration. Because in his other hand, he held a divorce agreement. He didn't even bother to pretend to feel guilty, stating bluntly, "Lucia is coming back, so…" I scanned the agreement: the pack hospital went to him, all other assets went to me and the child. Perfect. But I still furrowed my brows, deliberately letting a hint of reluctance tinge my voice. "We built that pack hospital together. Are you really in such a hurry to kick me out?" Eric handed me the pen, his tone cold. "You know, from the very beginning, this pack hospital was built for Lucia. You can have everything else except this." I snatched the pen and signed my name quickly, afraid he might change his mind. He stared at me, seemingly surprised. "Four years, and you didn't hesitate at all?" I looked down at the child in my arms, then smiled at him. "I wish you and Miss Miller eternal happiness."