All Chapters of Not My Problem Anymore: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My father-in-law, Lionel Harrett, looked at me with disgust and sneered, "You're just a delivery guy. Now that you've suddenly got a fortune big enough to last several lifetimes, it must feel like heaven, huh? No wonder you clung to Rhea for so long, pretending to be head over heels for her every single day."I almost laughed.Rhea Harrett was the one who deserved an award for her performance in my last life.When it poured, she would show up to pick me up from work. When our tiny apartment leaked, she would squeeze into the corner of the bed with our baby, promising that someday we'd make enough money to live a better life.But the same woman later claimed she'd lost her memory again, locked me in the basement, and fed me spoiled food, all so she could marry her first love, Glen Newton.A chill ran down my spine as I snapped back to the present. I took a slow sip of coffee and smiled."Mr. Harrett," I said lightly, "once I leave the country, don't forget to wipe away every trace

The moment Rhea saw Glen get slapped, she lunged at Myra, and the two of them started fighting.By the time I rushed forward to break them apart, Rhea already had a red mark across her cheek.Covering the side of her face, she let out a bitter laugh."Is Cassian that good in bed? Is that why you'd actually hit me for him—"Before she could finish, my hand flew out, and a sharp crack cut through the air. A bright red handprint bloomed on her other cheek.Rhea's eyes went wide with rage. She raised her hand to strike me back, but Myra grabbed her wrist midair and twisted it away.Rhea stumbled backward a few steps before steadying herself. Then the first thing she did was turn to check on Glen's face.After standing under the blazing sun for so long, my eyes felt sore and dry. My throat felt as if something was stuck in it, and even speaking became incredibly difficult.I asked Rhea hoarsely, "So you and Glen are having business meetings at the mall now, huh?"If we're not toget

Rhea sighed and bent down to wipe Tristram's face. "If you don't want it, then don't drink it."When she looked up, Glen was already crouching beside Tristram, gently coaxing him."Hey, it's okay. I'll feed you."No one looked in my direction, as if I didn't exist. I felt like a stranger standing outside their perfect little family of three.The maid handed Glen the cup of milk, and he began feeding Tristram, one spoon at a time.Each time, Tristram opened his mouth wide, cheerful and eager.He looked completely different from the kid who scowled and turned away whenever I came near."Milk tastes sweeter when you feed me, Glen. It smells good, too, just like you."Tristram giggled and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Glen's cheek.I turned to go upstairs, but Glen suddenly grabbed my wrist, hard.With that fake-apologetic tone of his, he said, "Sorry. It was just a harmless joke, you know?"The spot he held was right where Tristram had bitten me a few days ago. The wound

Rhea realized she couldn't catch that plane, and she couldn't get me back either.She wasn't even sure when she started realizing she actually loved me.Was it that night she tasted Glen's home-cooked meal for the first time, yet all she could think about was my beef stew?Or maybe it was when she gave Glen a gift, and guilt for me crept up on her before she could even help it.But those ten bitter years she spent with me when we had nothing had turned her into a joke among Rubriton's upper class. She had been too desperate to break free from that past.And in doing so, she hurt me, her husband for ten years.Rhea spun the steering wheel and drove to a bar.That night, she drank so much that she ended up with a bleeding stomach. The next morning, the hospital called Glen, who went to the hospital to pick her up.-I spent the next four years overseas.That whole miserable chapter of my life had started to feel like a bad dream that faded away in the morning.Even Rhea's face

I also received fresh-cut flowers and a handwritten love note every day.See? Even when Rhea tried to win me back, she only ever sent me things that didn't cost much.But for Glen, it was all about luxury watches, custom suits, and designer jewelry.She said she was sorry. She said she loved me.But even now, she still thought this was all I was worth.She still believed that I would be happy with whatever she gave me, and it didn't matter what the gift was.My stomach churned.I threw everything away, then ran to the restroom and threw up until my throat burned.When I finally came out and pushed the door open, a glass of water appeared in front of me.Following the glass upward, I saw a slender, pale arm.Myra looked at me with concern and asked if I was okay.I shook my head.Then she suddenly asked, "Have you ever tried that bakery up north?"I frowned, confused. I had been out of the country for four years; she knew that."I once drove two hours just to try that plac