Chapter three

Then something caught his eye. His eyes darkened immediately, like someone who was ready to strangle anyone.

There, written in Mira’s handwriting, was the reason for the divorce:

Because my husband is sexually dysfunctional and unable to fulfill his marital duties.

Cathan: “……”

His face went completely blank.

This idiot woman!

Cathan pulled out his phone and called Mira immediately. It took a while before the call connected.

Mira’s voice came through after many tries. “Hello?”

“Mira, get your damned ass back here now!” Cathan said in a frustrated tone.

Mira laughed softly. “Am I supposed to obey you just because you tell me to come back? We’re divorced already. Who do you think you are to order me around?”

Cathan gritted his teeth. “Come back now and rewrite the reason for the divorce.”

“And why should I do that?” Mira replied.

The veins on his forehead were visibly throbbing now.

“I swear, Mira, one day I will show you who I am!”

“Sorry,” Mira said lightly. “You won’t get the chance.”

Beep, beep.

The call disconnected.

“Mira!”

Cathan was still yelling, not even finished with his sentence, when he stared at the phone in his hand, completely dumbfounded.

“Mira!!!!!!!!!!!”

“This damn woman has the audacity to hang up on me!”

………..

On the other end, Mira was already at her best friend’s place. As soon as she hung up, Freya burst out laughing.

“Mira, that was so brutal. I’m sure Cathan is so pissed right now.”

Mira smiled faintly. She realized that she must have loved him too much in the past, and perhaps that was why he had treated her that way. She had spent so much time loving someone else that she had forgotten to love herself. Loving someone was never supposed to come before loving yourself, especially for a woman who had spent years putting someone else before her own happiness.

Freya’s words brought her back from her thoughts.

“Two years ago, immediately after Mia realized Cathan couldn’t walk or stand up anymore, she ran off. And now that he can walk again, she crawls back to him. What a man.”

Mira brought out a candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.

“Freya, I guess that is the difference between being loved and not being loved.” Mira said without any hint of sadness. She slowly chewed the candy, almost as if its sweetness had taken away all the bitterness in her heart.

Freya glanced at her. Mira had already finished a whole plate of candies.

“Mira, cheer up and let it go. Since you have already freed yourself from unrequited love, then it’s time for you to receive love too. You know what? Tonight, I’m throwing you a party to welcome you back to single life, and I’m ordering five male dancers for you!”

Mira burst out laughing. At that moment, Freya reached out, removed her glasses, and tossed them straight into the bin.

Mira immediately bent down to pick them up. “My glasses!”

But Freya stopped her from picking them up.

“Mira, you have been buried in researching for so long that you are obsessed with those glasses. Why don’t you also look at Mia and doll yourself up?”

Mira remembered her parents calling her the uglier girl and Mia the queen. It probably wasn’t only her parents who thought that way. In Cathan’s eyes, she was probably an ugly girl too.

Freya grabbed Mira and dragged her toward the door.

“Come on, let’s go on a shopping spree. I want Cathan and all of them to see you and see how beautiful you really are!”

Then Freya suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, don’t you really take any money from Cathan?”

“Yes, I have my own money. Why would I bother with his money?” Mira replied.

“So you are giving them all to Mia? Despite all your sacrifices for him?” Freya said.

“What about the golden card he gave you?” Freya asked her.

Cathan had always been generous. He had given Mira a golden black card, though she had never used it before.

Mira brought it out of her bag and waved it playfully before saying, “I guess I’ll be spending today while Cathan will be paying!”

They both laughed and went out.

………..

That night, at Club 99.

Club 99 had always been one of the biggest clubs in London, where big, influential, and wealthy people threw cash around like water.

Under the dim luxury lighting, Cathan sat in the center seat. He was dressed in a black shirt with black trousers that went perfectly with it. His sleeves were rolled up twice, showing his masculine arms and the expensive wristwatch on his wrist that was worth tens of millions of dollars.

His handsome, aristocratic presence was like a magnet, drawing women’s gazes again and again. Sitting beside him was his best friend, Logan, the heir of the Carter family, along with many other rich kids.

Logan burst out laughing. “Wait, what? Mira wants a divorce?”

Others laughed too.

“Everyone knows Mira loves Cathan to the bone, so why would she want to divorce you?” one of them continued after pausing for a moment. “Even when you became crippled and everyone didn’t want to stay with you, Mira couldn’t wait a second before becoming your wife. So why now?”

“Let’s make a bet. How many days before she comes running back to Cathan?” one of them said.

Logan grinned. “I bet she can’t last a minute before she starts texting Cathan again.”

Cathan’s handsome face was dark and tense. He was clearly in a bad mood.

He pulled out his phone and checked his messages with Mira, but the most recent message was the one she had sent three days ago, asking him not to come home late.

He scrolled and scrolled, but the entire chat was filled with Mira’s messages.

She messaged him every day, but he had never once replied to her.

Just as he was about to lock his phone again—

Ding.

A message came in.

Logan immediately said, “See! See! I told you Mira can’t last a minute. She’s already texting him.”

Ding. Ding. Ding……

Several messages came in one after another.

Logan urged him, “Cathan, hurry up and check it. She’s probably begging and crying just to get back to you.”

Cathan’s brow twitched slightly.

She messaged him?

Since she knows she isn’t confident, then why did she act like that earlier?

Before Cathan could say anything, Logan leaned closer and read the messages out loud.

“Dear VIP customer, your card was charged $2,000 at Golden Nails Tech.”

Everyone looked confused.

Then he scrolled up and continued.

“$50,000 at Gucci.”

“$30,000 at Chanel.”

………..

So she hadn’t sent an apology message?

She had only spent his money?

Cathan didn’t get angry because she had spent his money. What truly infuriated him was that she had embarrassed him in front of his friends.

His handsome face darkened. The veins on his forehead bulged as he slammed his hand onto the table and clenched his fist tightly.

No one dared to speak.

They all knew how Cathan was when he was angry.