Chapter 3

At noon, I brought a thermos of food to Jack's company.

But when I got to the entrance, I was stopped by the receptionist.

"Miss, you can't enter the company without an appointment."

I saw the contempt hidden in her eyes, my heart aching.

How ironic that the receptionist at Jack's company, who was famous online for "doting on his wife", didn't even recognize me.

With no choice, I could only call Jack.

It took a full half hour before the call went through.

The receptionist gave me a disdainful look and said:

"You can go in now."

Before I could get far, they started gossiping without trying to hide it:

"So that's Jack's crippled wife? She looks like that? Jack has such poor taste."

"I know, right? She can't compare at all to the lady upstairs. I don't know how a great guy like Jack ended up marrying her."

"You don't know? Jack doesn't even want to answer her calls..."

Sitting by the elevator, their discussion came clearly to my ears. The overwhelming shame and humiliation nearly drowned me.

I knew the receptionist actually did recognize me.

She just didn't want me to disturb Jack and that "her" upstairs.

But I still came up anyway.

After all, Jack's "devoted husband" persona not only affected my life, but also deceived many others.

I didn't want to continue this charade anymore.

In Jack's office.

A beautiful, refined woman and a tall, handsome man were dancing the waltz intimately.

The music played softly as their figures intertwined, the room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Until I knocked on the door.

Seeing me, the woman's beautiful brows furrowed in displeasure:

"Jack, I didn't realize you were so henpecked. Your wife even chased you all the way here."

The man smiled helplessly, his tone indulgent:

"Sophia, you know all that stuff online is fake."

"There are no real feelings between me and her."

He was no longer trying to hide it.

Sophia was satisfied, but still sneered:

"Some people don't know when they're not wanted. They just have to shamelessly push themselves where they're not welcome."

As she spoke, she "accidentally" stomped her sharp stiletto heel onto my foot.

The pain was excruciating.

My right hand suddenly lost its grip, and the thermos fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

The scalding, greasy chicken soup spilled all over me. My thighs were instantly burned red. I bit my lip hard, tears rolling down my face.

But Jack didn't even glance at me.

He was crouched by Sophia's feet, wiping the oil stains off her high heels.

"Oh no, how annoying. You got my new heels all dirty."

"I don't care, Jack, you have to buy me another pair."

She pouted unhappily, acting coy with the man.

At the same time, she swept a haughty, disdainful look at me in the wheelchair.

My whole body trembled, though I didn't know if it was from the intense pain or from grief.

I only knew that in this moment, the young man who had lived in my heart for so long seemed to have died.