Chapter 3

By the time I got back to our house, the soles of my feet were completely covered in tiny cuts and scrapes.

I numbly cleaned and disinfected them with alcohol and subconsciously looked around. Our home had unknowingly been filled with Jordan's things.

"This is a rabbit plushie that Jordan gave me. Put it on the couch. I want to see it every day.

"This is the necklace that Jordan gave me. Does it look nice on me?

"This is the reed diffuser that Jordan told me to put here. He said that it makes the place smell like him."

Every time I went berserk over another addition like that, the smile on Kirsten's lips would only widen and deepen even more as she watched me get jealous. It seemed as though the more I suffered, the more it proved that I loved her.

Yet, her response to me was always the same.

"Mitch, you know that Jordan is only my secretary and coworker. Stop being so petty."

As time passed, her continuous torture eventually trained me to do exactly as she wished. I stopped being petty about things and even willingly stepped aside to give up my position as her husband now.

After bandaging up my feet, I began packing up my things. I didn't have many belongings left, and I took them all with me.

Just as I was about to leave, Kirsten came back. She reeked of alcohol and had to be half-carried in by Jordan.

When she caught sight of me, she instinctively wanted to let go of him. However, her eyes narrowed when she saw my suitcase behind me. She was screaming inside her head.

[Why are you packing your things, honey? Do you really not want me anymore? I'm sorry, I was wrong! I shouldn't have brought Jordan with me to dinner! I just wanted to see you get jealous! Please don't leave me! I don't want you to leave!]

Her face paled as her feelings poured out through her inner voice. However, the words that rolled from her tongue were sharp and cutting.

"You'd better think twice about this, Mitch Coleman. Once you're gone, I'm going to have a line of suitors waiting to marry me. But would any woman still ever want to marry a useless piece of trash like you?"

The way she talked down to me completely destroyed the last bit of hope in my eyes. I just smiled and said, "Okay. Then go and find yourself another man."

Kirsten clenched her fists. Suddenly, she slid her arms around Jordan's waist and declared, "Then, I'm just going to marry Jordan instead!

"He's kind and gentle and more capable than you! Most importantly, he's nothing like you in bed! You can't even last a minute. It's been six years, and you've never, ever managed to satisfy me even once!"

Her provocative tone made my breath catch in my throat.

Everyone knew that my body was an extremely sensitive subject.

Six years ago, Kirsten had suffered a sudden nephritis attack and urgently needed a kidney transplant. I was a match, and I went under the knife without hesitation, donating one of my kidneys to her.

After the surgery, I was often weak and listless and frequently ran out of energy halfway through the day.

The incision site on my body was constantly painful and inflamed, causing me to suffer from many high fever attacks afterward.

I thought that Kirsten would be the first one to be the most understanding about my situation. I never imagined that she would turn out to be the first one to use it as a weapon against me.

My eyes turned red. "That's enough, Kirsten Weber!"

She saw the tears in my eyes, and a flash of surprise appeared in hers. She instinctively wanted to step forward and approach me.

However, Jordan put his arm around her shoulders and said matter-of-factly, "What's the big deal? It's not like Kirsten's lying. It has been six years, and you have been useless for all of them.

"If Kirsten were any other woman, she would have already gotten rid of you a long time ago, but she put up with you for six whole years! She never said that she was done with you, but you were the one who brought up divorce and even tried moving out.

"If anything, you're the selfish one. You're not the least bit understanding about her and all the troubles and suffering she's gone through!"

Kirsten paused in her steps. The fluster in her eyes was quickly replaced with a cold look. She agreed wholeheartedly with Jordan and thought I was selfish and refused to be more understanding about her.

"It seems like I've been too good to you over the years," she said, her eyes darting toward my suitcase.

Before I could react, she had already forcefully grabbed the suitcase and ripped the zipper open with brute force.

All my items in the suitcase fell out, and she stepped on them. She also picked up something specifically from the bottom of the pile. It was a crystal amulet from my mother, the only thing of hers I had left to remember her by.

Kirsten glared condescendingly at me. "Do I need to remind you, Mitch Coleman, that I was the one who got this amulet back for three million dollars back then?"

My face paled at once.