Chapter 3

Mike put down his phone. Disbelief was written all over his face.

I murmured softly, "William still hates me to the core."

'Fine. Leaving was the best ending anyway.'

But before I could even process the thought, my soul was suddenly pulled right in front of William.

Inside a lavishly decorated villa, he tossed his phone aside. He then turned and grabbed Jennifer by her shoulders before pressing her down onto the couch.

Jennifer let out a soft gasp, her eyes filled with teasing allure as she wrapped her arms around William. She smiled. "Aren't you afraid that if you mess with Whitney like this, she'll really get mad and run away for good?"

William sneered indifferently. "She wasn’t afraid of me being mad when she ran off with another man back then. She got knocked up, dumped, and came crawling back to have me marry her. She treated me like trash. It’s disgusting. Why shouldn’t I get back at her?"

His thumb brushed against Jennifer’s lips as he added coldly, "I only have enough space for one person in my heart. Besides, I won't tolerate any form of betrayal.

"If she really runs away this time, then good. I’ll finally be rid of her."

I stood there listening, and in that moment, I understood that this was just another act of revenge. I should have known.

He wanted so badly to get rid of me. Now that I was finally dead, no one would bother him anymore.

He should be relieved from now on.

It was what I had wanted too. So why did it still hurt so much?

Looking at the man I had once loved so deeply, I whispered, "Be happy, William. I hope you and the one you love will be happy forever."

For the next few days, William spent his time between nightclubs and Jennifer’s place. He never once returned to our house.

It was another wild night.

A group of people lay sprawled across the club’s lounge, drunk and laughing.

Someone said, "The way William ditched Whitney at the wedding was epic! She’s probably hiding somewhere and bawling her eyes out."

William swirled the liquor in his glass, smirking in agreement, but his face was obscured in the dim lighting, making his expression unreadable.

Another voice chimed in, "A gold-digging woman like Whitney must be losing her mind right now. Imagine watching her perfect, rich husband slip right through her fingers!"

"Exactly! She deserves to be left hanging a little longer."

"Yeah, women like that are just shameless."

The conversation grew more and more outrageous.

I stood there, listening to every word. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Don’t worry. From now on, I’ll never bother him again," I said to no one in particular. Not like they could hear me.

I turned to drift away, hoping to catch a breath, but suddenly I heard a loud collision.

Crash!

A glass shattered against the floor, shards scattering in every direction.

William shot up from his seat. His expression was ice-cold.

"All of you, shut the hell up!"