Chapter 4

”I am calm. I just don't get it. You can't even stand the sound of my breathing. Yet you can sleep so peacefully no matter what Faye does. Do you even see me as your wife?"

I tried to stay calm, but Matt suddenly met my eyes.

There was a strange vibe of hatred in his tone.

"You're having trouble sleeping too, no? You slept so calmly on Eric's bed, but you can't sleep with me. You never loved me, Yelena. So why should I treat you as my wife?"

My temples throbbed.

After we broke up, my family had arranged for me to go on a blind date, and that man was Eric Bale.

To keep our parents happy, we dated briefly for a month. We only broke up upon realizing we weren't a good match.

Right after that, Matt pursued me again and insisted on marrying me regardless of what our families said.

Not wanting him to misunderstand, I told him about Eric long ago.

"Matt, you said you didn't mind," I reminded him. "Besides, nothing ever happened between—"

"I'm a man. Of course I mind," Matt interrupted, his voice icy cold. "To be honest, the thought of you sleeping with another man makes me sick. It disgusts me so much that I can't sleep. Just like how you don't love me, but you married me anyway and have to take sleeping pills every day because of it."

He pointed at the drawer where I kept my sleeping pills.

I didn't expect him to find out. I always took them quietly, afraid of disturbing him.

It turned out that was the reason for his insomnia.

He thought I was disgusting.

I had fought with my family for him, given up half my inheritance, and started a company on my own. Yet at that moment, they all felt like a joke.

Silence hung in the house for a long time until his phone rang.

He picked it up, his voice gentle.

"You're still awake? Stop crying. I'll be there soon. Okay, I'll bring you something yummy."

He hung up the phone, the air around him growing colder.

"If you want the project to succeed, clarify that we're just business partners tomorrow," he continued. "Faye is still young. She's sensitive. I don't want her to feel upset."

I lowered my head, pulled out the divorce papers, and handed them to him.

Without even looking at them, he stepped back.

He hated me so much and found me so repulsive that he didn't even want to touch my fingers.

"Once things settle down, we'll move into a house with better soundproofing and lay thick carpets everywhere. I don't want to talk about the past anymore, Yelena. Our families have somehow accepted our marriage, so let's just live like this for the rest of our lives," he added while walking out.

I simply watched him leave without saying anything.

I had seen his back so many times over the past few days that I had lost count.

When we were dating, he could never hang up first. After a date, he would wait until I had entered my dorm before turning away.

However, at that moment, with Faye in the picture, we were nothing more than business partners.

I stood quietly in the living room for a long time.

Then my assistant called, asking about the beauty project.

"Ms. Vance, we've been working on this project for six months. Do you really want to end it?"

"Yeah, go ahead and proceed with the termination paperwork."

I placed the divorce papers on the table, then returned to the bedroom to retrieve my packed suitcase.

"But you were so confident about Miller Group's new beauty brand. You said Mr. Miller had started working on it when you were still dating…"

My assistant was the only one who knew about our relationship.

She sighed regretfully.

I pushed my suitcase toward the front door, my footsteps echoing across the floor with every step I took.

After six years of marriage, I could finally walk freely.

"Back then, he named the brand after me, Yelenaissance."

Hearing that, my assistant drew in a sharp breath.

The name of the project we had been working on had been changed to Fayemous.

Upon hanging up the phone, I walked into the elevator without looking back.

I swore I would never disgust Matt and disturb him ever again.

I hoped he could finally have sweet dreams.