Chapter 4

The silence in the living room lasted for a full 30 seconds. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Finally, Caleb looked at me in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

I replied calmly, "I said alright. Let's get a divorce."

The divorce agreement that Blair had written up for me was in my purse.

I was just about to take it out when Caleb suddenly let out a mocking laugh. "This is another one of your schemes, isn't it? It's a pity that your tricks are far too dumb. Well, I'm certainly not falling for it!"

Then, he stormed out, slamming the door as he left.

He never came home for a month.

During that time, one of his best friends contacted me, saying urgently, "Caleb's gotten into a car accident. He's in the hospital! You should come over right away!"

I merely said in response, "I'm not a doctor, so I wouldn't be of any help. You should hire a nurse if he needs an extra pair of hands. Or better yet, contact Emma. I'm sure she would be more than happy to nurse him back to health."

I had decided to remove myself from the equation so that Caleb and Emma could have their happily ever after. Caleb should be pleased by my actions.

To my surprise, Caleb came back home not long after that call ended. He exuded a chill that could've frozen me solid.

He never spoke a word to me. However, he would make me breakfast and wash my clothes with a dark look on his face.

It didn't just end there. Oh, no. In fact, he would bring a mystery box home every day.

Opening mystery boxes was one of the few hobbies I still had to this day.

Whenever I got my hands on a new mystery box, I would always take tons of pictures of it and show it off on every social media platform I had.

Now, those mystery boxes sat unopened in their lonely corner, gathering dust.

Caleb saw the neglect happen right before his eyes, but pretended that nothing was amiss.

It seemed as though he had forgotten all about the divorce.

Blair had advised me that slow and steady wins the race. So, I didn't push for the divorce to happen immediately.

Thus, Caleb and I continued to live as though nothing was wrong between us.

Blair noticed my poor mood, so she suggested that we take a trip. I agreed to it and off we went.

We had arranged to meet at a newly established farm.

I had just gotten out of my car and walked through the entrance when someone placed their hand on my shoulder.

"Ophelia, were you following me?" The evening glow painted the world in soft colors, lighting up the clear joy on Caleb's face.

Before I could say anything, he continued, "I'll let your behavior slide this time. My friends are here too. You should join me. You know who they are."

He didn't even give me a choice before dragging me to a private room.

Sure enough, the room was indeed filled with familiar faces, and Emma was one of those faces.

Her expression sank briefly when she caught sight of me. Still, she quickly composed herself and asked in surprise, "Ophelia, why are you here?"

Someone answered, "Ophelia is Caleb's wife. She can come if she wants."

Caleb chimed in, "Don't you guys try drowning me in drinks tonight. I have to drive home later."

Everyone started teasing him, saying, "That's not what you said earlier!"

"Look at him doing a 180 now that his wife is here."

"I can't believe Caleb's not the boss of his household. That's hilarious."

Caleb didn't refute their words. He only looked at me with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.

Emma's face darkened slightly upon hearing their words. She shot me a challenging glance as she said, "It's just as well that you're here, Ophelia. I just bought a little trinket on my way here. You should take a look at it."

She didn't bother waiting for my response as she pulled out a velvet box and opened it before Caleb.

"Valentine's Day is coming up, so I had these custom-made. Do you like them, Caleb?"

There was a pair of exquisitely crafted rings inside the box.

Although she said she wanted my opinion, she had posed her question to Caleb.

It was obvious just what she meant by that.

I was done. I found this entire farce boring. So, I rose to my feet, intending to leave. "I don't study design. I'm busy. I'll take my leave."

Caleb immediately sprang to his feet, looking panicked.

Emma quickly dashed toward me with a terrified look on her face. It was as if she were seconds away from crying. "Ophelia, you've probably misunderstood me. I only bought these because I thought they looked pretty. I didn't mean anything else. There's nothing between Caleb and me."

As she spoke, she even made sure to show me the inscriptions etched inside the rings.

It was Caleb and Emma's initials. There was even a little heart between the letters.

She had commissioned the rings from a brand owned by the Thorne Corporation.

I met Caleb's frantic eyes. Then, under the scrutiny of many, I did something none of them expected.