Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 179: Will Marry No One But Him

Spencer Sawyer was resolute, and his father nearly fainted from anger.

The Sawyer and Sinclair families had known each other for generations. Stella Sinclair’s father had been an old friend of his, and when he passed away from an illness last year, his dying wish was for their two families to be joined by marriage.

He had personally promised his dying friend that he would make this marriage happen.

"I don’t care who that woman is. You will marry Stella Sinclair, and that’s final. I will only accept Stella as my daughter-in-law."

Spencer Sawyer’s head throbbed as he fought to control his temper.

"Dad, don’t push me. If you do, I’ll never get married."

Mrs. Sawyer glared at him. "Don’t be ridiculous. It’s natural for people to get married when they come of age. How could you not marry?"

Spencer Sawyer gazed into the distance. "I’d rather be single for the rest of my life—free and unburdened—than marry a woman I don’t love."

"You damn bastard, say that again!" Mr. Sawyer clutched his chest with one hand, his other hand trembling as he pointed at his son, his voice hoarse.

Spencer Sawyer stood ramrod straight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His nails dug deep into his palms as he used every ounce of his strength to stay calm.

"Dad... I’m sorry. Marriage isn’t a transaction."

"You... You..."

Mr. Sawyer’s face flushed red with rage before turning deathly pale. His body swayed violently, and the disappointment in his eyes gave way to a sudden lack of focus. His vision went black, and as if all his strength had been sapped away, he fell straight backward.

"Sutton!"

"Dad!"

Mrs. Sawyer shrieked. Spencer Sawyer lunged forward, his face etched with worry, and caught his collapsing father. The dead weight was so heavy he could barely hold him up.

"Dad! Dad...!"

"Son, call 911! Quickly!"

Panicking, Spencer Sawyer fumbled for his phone, his mind a complete blank.

Soon, an ambulance arrived with a piercing wail. They loaded Mr. Sawyer inside and sped toward the hospital.

The sharp squeal of gurney wheels echoed down the hallway, punctuated by the urgent, professional commands of doctors and nurses.

Spencer Sawyer sat on a chair outside the emergency room, elbows propped on his knees, his face buried in his hands. The smell of disinfectant was inescapable.

The empty echoes in the hallway intertwined with the rhythmic BEEP... BEEP... of the heart monitor inside the room, fraying his nerves.

In that moment, Spencer Sawyer was overwhelmed with guilt. He regretted defying his father.

’He shouldn’t have been so blunt and harsh. He should have calmed down, been more humble, and tried to talk things through with his father gradually.’

After what felt like an eternity, the red light above the emergency room door went out, and a doctor emerged.

Spencer Sawyer shot to his feet. "Doctor, how is my father?" he asked anxiously.

The doctor replied, "The fainting spell was caused by a sudden spike in his blood pressure. We’ve stabilized him, but he can’t be subjected to any more stress. He needs absolute rest."

Spencer Sawyer finally let out a breath of relief.

’As long as he’s okay,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, I would have blamed myself for the rest of my life.’

"Thank you, Doctor."

With that, he eagerly pushed open the door to the hospital room.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was frozen solid.

Mr. Sawyer was already awake. His head was turned to the side, his eyes shut. He didn’t react no matter what Spencer said. His silent rejection was more painful than any scolding.

Mrs. Sawyer sat by the bed, her eyes red and swollen. She looked from her husband to her son, her lips trembling, but all that escaped was a silent sigh.

Her heart ached for her husband, but she also understood her son’s stubbornness. Caught between the two of them, she was torn.

"Dad, have some water." Spencer poured a glass of warm water and carefully offered it to him.

Mr. Sawyer’s eyes snapped open. Without even looking at his son, he swung his arm.

CRASH! The glass was knocked to the floor, the shattering sound piercing the silence of the room.

Warm water splashed across Spencer’s pant legs and shoes, leaving a mess on the floor.

"Dad, please calm down. The doctor said you need to rest."

"Get out." Mr. Sawyer was still furious. He squeezed the single word from between his teeth, his voice weak but filled with undeniable finality. "I don’t want to see you right now."

Mrs. Sawyer quickly tried to mediate. "Sutton, don’t get worked up. Spencer is just worried about you. He knows he was wrong."

"Tell him to leave." Mr. Sawyer refused to listen, his breathing growing ragged again as the numbers on the monitor began to fluctuate wildly.

Mrs. Sawyer looked at her son, her expression helpless, her eyes pleading.

"Spencer, your father isn’t young anymore. He can’t take this kind of stress. You should go home for now. You both need to cool down."

A lump formed in Spencer Sawyer’s throat, as if something was caught there, and he couldn’t make a sound.

He took one last, long look at his father’s stubborn, aging profile, then silently bent down to pick up the shards of glass and throw them in the trash.

A sharp edge sliced his fingertip, and a bead of blood welled up, but he didn’t even feel the sting.

"Dad, Mom, I’ll be waiting right outside. Call me if you need anything at all."

Spencer Sawyer backed out of the room and gently closed the door, shutting the suffocating tension in behind him.

In the silent hallway, only the sound of his own heavy, slow breathing remained.

...

Back home, Stella Sinclair locked herself in her bedroom. She lay sprawled on her bed, crying so hard she could barely breathe.

All her life, she had always been the one doing the rejecting. No one had ever rejected her.

Today, in front of both their parents, Spencer Sawyer had shown her no courtesy whatsoever. His words had belittled her, making her feel completely worthless. Her pride had taken a blow like never before.

Her tears soaked a large patch of the expensive silk bedsheets.

Spencer Sawyer’s words replayed in her mind: "I cannot accept this setup. There’s already someone I love."

Just then, the door opened softly, and Ms. Dawson came in carrying a glass of warm juice.

Seeing her daughter’s swollen, red-rimmed eyes and trembling shoulders, her heart ached terribly.

She walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked her daughter’s hair.

"Maya, stop crying. Spencer Sawyer doesn’t know a good thing when he sees it. A man like that isn’t worth your tears."

Ms. Dawson’s voice had its usual calming effect.

’My daughter is so exceptional,’ she thought. ’Spencer Sawyer is the one who isn’t good enough for her.’

"There are plenty of other fish in the sea. It’s not like there aren’t men with better family backgrounds or better looks than Spencer Sawyer. You don’t need to fixate on just one."

"Listen to me. Let’s just pretend we never went to the Sawyers’ today. Pretend this whole meeting never happened."

Stella lifted her tear-streaked face, her voice choked with sobs. "Mom, I love Spencer Sawyer. I love him so much. I want to marry him. It’s been my dream since I was a little girl. I don’t want anyone but him."

Her tone held an almost obsessive conviction, as if this was her one and only goal in life—unalterable and unshakable.

Ms. Dawson’s brow furrowed slightly as she looked at her daughter’s stubborn expression.

"But you only just met Spencer Sawyer for the first time today. How could you..."

Stella shook her head. "It wasn’t the first time. When I was little, Dad took me to the Sawyer family’s home. I still remember everything that happened that day."

’In her memory, Spencer Sawyer had been a shy, introverted boy. She had been the one to talk to him first, pulling him along as they ran wild in the garden. He had even blushed.’

"Slow down. It’ll hurt if you fall, and I don’t know how to comfort a crying girl."

Stella had never forgotten those words.

Even so, Ms. Dawson couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter marrying a man who didn’t love her.

"You may remember what happened when you were children, but Spencer Sawyer has clearly forgotten. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted the way he did today."

"Besides, he said it himself—he’s in love with someone else."

"Maya, a relationship takes two people. You can’t force love. Since Spencer..."

"I don’t care!" Stella cut her mother off, agitated. "That’s just an excuse men use."

Ms. Dawson was speechless.

"I refuse to believe Spencer has no feelings for me at all. He’s just reserved and has trouble expressing himself. I’m willing to give him time," Stella told herself, trying to rationalize it.

Ms. Dawson’s heart ached. "Maya, why are you putting yourself through this? I don’t want to see you debase yourself for love."

But Stella wasn’t ready to give up.

"Spencer just hasn’t had time to think it through. If I just try a little harder, if our family applies a little more pressure, he’ll definitely agree. Mom, please help me. You have to help me."

Her daughter’s hot tears fell onto the back of her hand, searing her heart.

"Alright, alright, don’t cry anymore. You’ll ruin your eyes, and it breaks my heart to see you like this."

Ms. Dawson’s resolve softened. She pulled out a tissue to wipe away her daughter’s tears.

"Since you love Spencer so much and refuse to marry anyone else, then I’ll find a way to make this marriage happen."

At these words, Stella threw herself into her mother’s arms. "Really?" she asked, her voice thick with tears. "Mom, do you really support me?"

"Yes." Ms. Dawson gently patted her daughter’s back, her expression growing deep and calculating.

’My daughter is so outstanding, who does Spencer Sawyer think he is, looking down on her? This isn’t over yet. There might still be a way.’

Just as she finished her thought, her phone rang. It was a doctor friend of hers from the hospital.

Ms. Dawson answered. She learned that Mr. Sawyer had collapsed and had just been stabilized, but was still in the hospital.

Ms. Dawson realized the gravity of the situation. ’Mr. Sawyer must have been hospitalized because that boy Spencer made him so angry,’ she thought.

"Maya, get yourself together. Change into something a little more understated and come to the hospital with me."

Stella looked up, bewildered. "The hospital? Why?"

Ms. Dawson replied, "Your Uncle Sawyer has been hospitalized. I’m guessing it’s because of what happened today. Whether out of courtesy or obligation, we have to go."