Two

"Don't call me again, damn it! I'm done with you!"

Was the sentence that greeted my ears as soon as the phone answered. His voice didn't sound like the usual Lucas. My chest felt tight, as if the air had been taken away. My surroundings seemed to be spinning. I couldn't digest what had just happened. Lucas even ended the call without any explanation? He dumped me? Over the phone? Not even letting me into my own home?

What the hell is this?

My anger instantly boiled over. Thinking of my struggles over the past three years, being rewarded with such hurtful treatment and words! This was really hard for me to accept. I will not remain silent.

With anger still running through my veins, I called my regular lock technician. He should have closed his service, but if I asked, he would definitely come without thinking of a reason to refuse.

"I forgot the code," I said as soon as the locksmith arrived.

"After three years?" he asked skeptically.

I just shrugged my shoulders, trying to remain calm even though inside my heart was still full of the throes of anger. As I waited for the technician to fiddle with the door, I thought of various scenarios when I met Lucas later. Should I slap him, then declare that I was the one who dumped him? Or, should I cry, wail for an explanation and beg him to think about our relationship?

Those thoughts vanished when I saw the house was so messy, and there were red high heels next to my husband's loafers. I only had two high heels, and they were both black because they were only used for work. My mother-in-law would never wear footwear like this, as she has problems with her heels.

Whose are these?

"Ten bucks."

I ignored the remark and just walked past. I hurriedly looked around every corner my eyes could reach. Searching for the owner of those bright red high heels. My hands were shaking when I opened my bedroom door, and found my husband naked on the bed. With a woman.

Lucas. Sleeping. With. Another. Woman.

On our bed. Where we used to do everything, make love, exchange opinions, and talk about trivial things.

My legs felt weak, as if my body was too heavy to support both of them. My world was crumbling. When our gazes met mine and Lucas's, my legs stepped back automatically. I didn't recognize that gaze. It felt so strange and it hurt.

Lucas rushed to cover his body and hers with a blanket. Shit! I even put the blanket on this morning before I went to work. An activity that made me almost late for work. How could Lucas make it dirty?

To make me even angrier, Lucas doesn't seem surprised at all. He was sitting, leaning back calmly while the blonde woman beside him was busy covering up. Fucking bitch!

"I've changed the password, thank God you can get in." Lucas said calmly.

I was still speechless. All of this was still a shock. I don't even know what to do. Cry? But... even he doesn't cry for me. Why would I cry, when the man I love is snuggling with a bitch?

Damn it!

I brushed my hair back roughly, trying to digest everything so that I could take a step that wouldn't harm myself. I shouldn't look weak in front of these bastard humans. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop myself from crying. The tears just came out unbidden.

Love can indeed make people stupid.

"Why?" I asked with bated breath. My chest was really tight now.

"Because I never loved you, you idiot!"

"Why?" I asked again.

I couldn't get any words out other than that question, because it was the only thing that came to my mind. Right, why? Why did he do this to me? Why did he have the heart? Why did we get married if he never loved me?

"Stop asking questions, damn it!" He yelled, then got up.

A second later, the man was already in front of me. Only a few inches away from me. I automatically looked up to see his angry face.

Damn it! I should be the one angry, you asshole!

"Why!!!" I yelled, looking straight into his eyes. Our eyes met, with each other's anger perched there.

I didn't understand where I was making him angry. The only one who had the right to be angry here was me. Not him.

My breathing was ragged. My hands were clenched tightly at my sides, while my tears were still flowing profusely. This is really painful. During our marriage, no quarrel was inevitable. We often argued to the point of not talking to each other. However, this was the first time we shouted at each other.

I no longer cared about the woman Lucas had brought. My attention was completely focused on this man, waiting for him to come up with an excuse that I could accept with common sense.

I won't accept the excuse that I'm busy as a worker, because I'm doing it for him and his parents. To support them. Damn it!

"Just go, Sara! I never loved you, and I don't want to live with you anymore. It's sickening, you know? I've had enough of pretending to love you!"

I looked at Lucas intently. How could this man say he didn't love me when everything he did made me feel so loved?

I remembered our first date. It was a sunny day. I was wearing a simple outfit, a long blue dress and matching white sneakers with a shoulder bag in my left hand. My curly hair was tied up, so as not to feel too hot.

I also remember my heart pounding as I waited for him at the place where we made our appointment. My lips were constantly smiling, I felt mischievous just thinking about us doing romantic things after this.

The day had been a lot of fun. Lucas knew how to treat a woman on our first date. I was flowery and felt lucky to have accepted his invitation. Well, there was no way I was turning him down, right? I'd liked Lucas since we first met, so it was an invitation I couldn't turn down.

In the days that followed, Lucas and I spent a lot of time together until he proposed to me simply. There was just a ring with no flowers or romantic dinner. However, his proposal alone had made me melt and think it was a very romantic thing.

Then, with all those deeds, how could he say he never loved me? What was it all for? I thought that everything he did over the past few years was sincere from his heart, because he loved me and wanted to always give me his best.

"You're the one who never realized it, Sara! Just by hearing you use all your salary to support Lucas and his family, I know he's using you!" Those were the words that came out of Natty's mouth when I told her about the incident the next day.

That's right, finally, I moved out of the house I'd just paid off the loan on three months ago. That night, my in-laws were not at home, who knows where. The house I'd paid for with my hard-earned money was now occupied by a barbaric man named Lucas and his bitch. I had to leave. My psychological state was unstable, and they had more power to do things beyond reason.

I didn't want that to happen. At least I can save my life even if I have to hobble through it. Let me face my heartbreak in my own way.

"You're being made into a cash cow, Sara. Can't you see? You think a business really can't make a profit even if it's just enough to buy yourself a pair of cheap shoes? Moreover, you said the business is doing well. Any fool can tell that Lucas doesn't love you. You're the one who's too stupid to realize this," she scolded.

I didn't say anything as I burst into tears. Apparently, these tears haven't run out even though I've been crying all night. Lamenting my life, which turned out to be very miserable. Three years of happiness as Lucas Anderson's wife had been nothing but a sham.

How unlucky. My love for my own husband was unrequited.

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon."

Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.