Chapter 2

The next day, Owen came to find me again.

"Dr. Miller, your watch fell into my pocket."

With a face full of smug satisfaction, he toyed with the watch in his hand.

"This watch is truly exquisite. I'm pretty sure you couldn't find another one like it in all of Lexington."

Hearing the envy in his tone, I merely glanced at the watch coldly. I didn't even extend my hand to take it.

I said, "If you like it, you can have it."

Owen smiled, raised an eyebrow, and set the watch down on the table.

"No, thanks. I don't have a thing for letting other people eavesdrop on me."

My hand froze.

He sat down across from me. "Dr. Miller, did you enjoy what you heard last night? I deliberately brought my coat into the bedroom just so you could hear more clearly.

"Oh, wait. You probably didn't catch some parts too well. After all, Tasha prefers places other than the bedroom."

When I saw his triumphant smile, it dawned on me that he had known everything from the start.

When I remained silent, Owen considerately took out his own phone and played a recording.

"Tasha, between that useless husband of yours and me, who do you love more?"

Tasha, already lost in a daze of passion, answered with a voice hoarse from crying, "How could he ever compare to you?"

Owen put away his phone and said provokingly, "Dr. Miller, I may have to trouble you often in the future. My wife was very satisfied with your skills."

He deliberately drew out the word "wife".

When I didn't react the way he hoped, he actually seemed somewhat disappointed.

He clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder Tasha says you're like a dull block of wood. How about I teach you a few tricks to make a woman ha—Argh!"

One punch from me shoved his words right back down his throat.

"Keegan Miller, how dare a worthless piece of trash like you hit me!"

Owen turned around and tried to lunge at me.

Just then, the door suddenly opened.

Owen's movements halted, and he curved his swollen lips into a smile.

The moment Tasha noticed the blood at the corner of his mouth, her brows knitted hard. Then, she stormed right up and slapped me across the face.

"Keegan, have you lost your mind? How can you just hit someone in the hospital? Is this your idea of decency?"

With that, she lowered her voice and instructed Leah to take Owen away for treatment.

I turned my head, my eyes utterly devoid of life. "Let's get a divorce."

"What?"

I repeated emphatically, "Tasha, let's get a divorce. We're done."

Tasha froze for a moment. Then, seeing that I was completely serious, she let out a scoff.

"Keegan, what kind of fit are you throwing now? If you divorce me, you're the one who's truly finished."

I remained unmoved.

Tasha frowned with impatience. "Just because I have someone on the side, you have to go and blow this completely out of proportion?"

There was no guilt or shame at having been caught cheating. Instead, she began to blame me.

"You should know that everyone in this circle does the same thing. And on top of that, I married a useless loser like you. After all these years of marriage, I've only had this one affair. That already makes me so much better than the rest of them."

Just then, Leah suddenly rushed back in, her face deathly pale.

"Ms. Snyder, bad news! Mr. Diaz was hit by a car right outside the entrance."

When Owen was carried in, his entire body was already drenched in blood.

Tasha looked down at the blood on her hands, panic creeping into her eyes without her noticing.

"What are you still standing there for? Get over here and save him!" she shouted at me furiously.

But the moment Owen saw me, he suddenly began to beg in terror.

"Dr. Miller, I know I was wrong now. I won't cling to Tasha anymore. Please just spare me!"

At the same time, Leah came in with Tasha's men, dragging the driver responsible for the accident.

The moment the man entered, he fell to his knees with a thud. He then grabbed the hem of my pants, pleading, "Dr. Miller, I did everything you asked. Even though I didn't manage to kill this guy, I still did your dirty work! I don't want to go to jail—you've got to save me!"