Chapter 2

I used to be cheerful and optimistic—the life of the party among my family and friends.

How did I end up like this?

The truth was, I considered getting a divorce the moment I discovered Leighton's affair.

Back then, she was the one who threw away her pride and begged me for a whole month, swearing countless times that she would never make the same mistake again.

However, later, it was she who watched me fall apart with a cold expression and asked if I was done making a scene.

The night I hit my breaking point, I nearly destroyed everything in the house.

Pointing at her, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Do you think I've only forgiven you once? No. Every sleepless night, every time the memory comes back, I forgive you all over again.

"Why is it that you're the one who made the mistake, but I'm the one suffering for it?"

I wasn't the one who shattered the glass, but somehow, I was the one forced to walk across the broken pieces every single day.

Tonight was our eighth wedding anniversary.

Everything had been perfect.

Leighton had rarely drunk so much. With every sip, she'd tell me she loved me. She said it over a hundred times. We both ended up blushing, as if we'd somehow returned to the early days of our relationship.

I even thought to myself, 'Maybe I should just forgive her and pretend nothing ever happened.'

It wasn't until just now that I realized how ridiculous I'd been.

Her outburst wasn't because she loved me. It was because another man had left her.

Just like that, I realized I had no regrets left. I pulled the divorce papers I'd prepared long ago from the nightstand and handed them to her.

"Leighton, I'm letting you go."

She shot upright from the bed.

"Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?"

Her phone rang unexpectedly.

When she answered, her voice turned impossibly gentle. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour."

Before leaving, Leighton tossed the divorce papers into the trash.

"We'll discuss when I get back. But don't even think about a divorce."

She slammed the door so hard it echoed.

Inside the room, only the sound of my own sobbing remained.

I'd already checked. There were no flights to Toronto tonight.

Sure enough, not long afterward, Harley sent me a photo. Leighton lay naked in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

A message followed beneath it.

[Professor Chambers says she can only fall asleep when she's by my side.]

[Do you really think she refuses to divorce you because she still loves you? She just doesn't want next week's Associate Dean promotion review to be affected.]

I stared at the divorce papers in the trash can, the same papers that had originally offered a fifty-fifty split of our assets.

Then I laughed.

She was the one who betrayed me, so she should be the one paying the price.