All Chapters of Four Years Later, Still Can't Earn His Devotion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Who gave you permission to go through my pockets?” Damian snatched the receipt from my hand. The movement was not rough, but his voice had turned cold.“It fell out on its own.”“You should’ve put it back.”He folded the receipt neatly and slipped it into his wallet.I asked, “If the necklace was a gift from everyone, why was it charged to your account?”“I paid for it upfront.”“That's 680,000. Will the others pay you back?”“Friends don’t need to keep such careful accounts.”I glanced at the box of oatmeal on the table that cost 11 dollars and 90 cents. “But we do?”Damian followed my gaze and frowned. “What do you actually want?”“A bouquet of flowers.”He looked at me as though he had not heard me correctly. “What?”“Four years together, and all I want is one bouquet of flowers from you.”He fell silent for a moment, then he pulled 500 dollars from his wallet and placed it on the table. “If you want flowers that badly, buy them yourself.”The bills landed beside the

“Isn’t a pink diamond a little too flashy?” Sienna sounded like she was complaining, but she could not hide the smile in her eyes.“If you like it, it isn’t a waste,” replied Damian.Four years ago, I wanted a small wedding. He told me hotels, flowers, and wedding dresses were nothing but traps designed to make people spend money. Due to that, we just invited six close friends and relatives over for dinner at home. We did not even exchange vows.Now, Sienna was going through her list one item at a time. “Roses, a live band, dinner by the ocean, and a handwritten letter from you. I want all of it.”“Okay.”“And you have to put the ring on my finger yourself.”“Sure.”Every reply felt like it was being carved out of the four years I had spent with him.Sienna asked again, “Damian, why did you marry her?”He fell silent for a moment. “She’s suited for a quiet life.”“What about me?”“You’re different.”“How?”“She doesn’t need to be pampered.”Sienna broke into laughter.I

Damian did not linger in the hallway. He went to deal with the seizure of Sienna’s belongings.At 11:00 pm, he came back and knocked on my door. “Elena, we need to talk.”I did not open the door. “Your lawyer can talk to mine.”“I’m not agreeing to a divorce.”“Then we’ll settle it in court.”There was a long silence on the other side before he said quietly, “Sienna and I never slept together.”My hand tightened around the cup for a moment. “So?”“I admit I handled the gifts badly, but I never betrayed our marriage.”“So you’re saying that as long as you never slept with her, four years of lies don’t count as betrayal?”“I owe her.”“What do you owe her?”Damian was silent for a moment. “When I was at my lowest, she was there for me.”“So was I.”In our first year of marriage, he suffered from insomnia and stayed awake all night. I sat with him until dawn.The second year, he was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer. I stayed by his side for seven days.The third year, he

After my lawyer submitted the complete conversation, Sienna deleted the post. A moment later, she called me. “Elena, let’s settle this between ourselves.”“How?”“I’ll return some of the things. You drop the lawsuit.""You need to return all of them.”“Some have already been sold.”“Then reimburse me at their current value.”Her breathing grew heavier. “Do you really have to destroy me completely?”“Sienna, four years ago, when you convinced me to accept Damian’s minimalist lifestyle, you already knew he was buying you gifts, didn’t you?”She remained silent. I continued, “Every time I had doubts, you helped him explain them away. You told me that a man who didn’t give gifts was a man who was sincere. And then you turned around and used your private account to show off every single thing he gave you. You didn’t love the gifts. You loved taking them from me.”Sienna suddenly laughed. “So what? You have the title of his wife. Am I not allowed a little compensation? Damian lo

On my first birthday after the divorce, I ordered a small cake. There was no party, no room filled with roses. A few friends took me out for dinner. Some brought expensive gifts while others brought simple ones. Someone gave me perfume. Someone brought a book. Someone else showed up with a bouquet of white lisianthus.I accepted them all. Liking something did not make me vain. Having expectations was not a mistake, either.The real mistake was being told to restrain yourself while someone else was given all the passion you had been asked to suppress.Damian sent me a message that day: [Happy birthday.]I read it, then deleted it. Later, I heard from a mutual friend that he had sold the house. When the buyer came to see it, the only thing left in the living room was our wedding photograph.The realtor asked if he wanted it cleared out with the rest.He stood there for a long time before saying, “Leave it.”However, on the day the house was sold, the photograph still ended up