Chapter 2

After saying that, I turned around and walked away.

Behind me, Henry shouted smugly, "So what if you were together for years? Being able to get a woman to marry you—that’s what really counts. She’s my wife now. You’d better stay away from her!"

I didn't slow down. I straightened my back and forced myself to stay calm as I went home.

Jenna got there before me. When she saw me come in, she immediately smiled and opened her arms like she always did.

"Honey, you're home."

I instinctively stepped aside. Her arms froze in midair, surprise flashing across her face.

I glanced at the skirt she was wearing. It wasn't the one she had worn when she left that morning.

"Looks like you changed your skirt."

The confusion in Jenna's eyes instantly turned into guilt. She smiled and explained, "I spilled coffee on myself today, so my assistant helped me change. Once it's cleaned, I'll bring it back and keep it properly. You designed that dress for me yourself."

Was it really coffee? Or was it ruined while she was fooling around with Henry?

The disgust I had barely managed to suppress on the way home surged back. I almost exposed her lie right then and there.

Still, I was leaving in two days. What was the point of tearing everything apart now?

"Okay. Do whatever you want."

Jenna looked at me with tender concern. "You seem unhappy today. Who made you upset? I'll deal with them for you. Or how about I take you out for a nice dinner to cheer you up?"

After six years together, we knew each other well.

When something was on my mind, she could always tell.

I used to fall for her gentle, coaxing routine every time. No matter how upset I was, she could smooth it over with a few words.

But now, my heart felt completely still.

Before I could answer, her phone rang.

We were standing close enough that I clearly saw the caller's name on the screen.

[Husband.]

There was no need to guess who it was. It had to be Henry.

After she hung up, she said apologetically, "Chris, something urgent came up at work. Wait for me at home. I'll bring you your favorite cake when I get back."

Jenna didn't wait for my response. She hurried out the door.

I forced a bitter smile and silently began packing up everything in the house that belonged to me.

When even three suitcases weren't enough, my eyes filled with tears.

Over the past six years, whenever I felt down, Jenna always found ways to comfort me.

Sometimes it was something small, like street food from a random stall. Other times, it was expensive watches or carefully chosen ties.

All those little moments added up. There were so many that I couldn't even count them anymore.

For six years, everyone believed she loved me wholeheartedly. I believed it, too.

When did that start to change?

Was it when the clothes I bought her, the cups I made by hand, the jewelry I carefully selected began disappearing one by one?

Was it when she grew closer and closer to Henry, lying again and again about working late, meetings, and business trips?

Or was it when she told me she loved me and promised me a grand wedding, while secretly sleeping with Henry repeatedly until she ended up marrying him and turning me into the clueless third wheel?

I had thought of asking her about it. On the way home, there were a thousand questions on my mind.

In the end, I held back.

There was no need anymore. It was over.

I made a phone call.

"I'm leaving the country in three days. On Henry's wedding day, arrange for a courier to deliver a bouquet. Write this on the card. 'Wishing Ms. Jenna and Mr. Henry a lifetime of happiness.' Sign it with my name."