Chapter 2

After Adrian left, I heard the sound of tires screeching from the underground garage. The car sped away, betraying the driver's urgency.

Less than 30 minutes later, Amber's Instagram was updated right on schedule.

The photo showed a private hospital. In the background, a man's half-visible body could be seen. His hand, adorned with a diamond ring, gently touched her forehead. Amber smiled with closed eyes, tilting her head up to meet him.

If there was anything different about Amber compared to Adrian's previous women, it was that she truly was special to him.

She was his first love, once cherished deeply before leaving for another country.

Today marked exactly three months since her return.

During these three months, Adrian spent all his time either working or with Amber.

That's why Adrian's mother had been insisting I keep calling to urge him to come home.

Amber had debuted as an idol overseas for the past few years. Now back in the States, she found the idol path difficult and switched to acting instead, becoming a C-list actress.

Since her return, Adrian had been showering her with resources, as if to make up for lost time. He gave her whatever he could directly, and for what was out of reach, he wasn't above lowering himself to schmooze with others on her behalf.

In just three short months, Amber's popularity skyrocketed and her fanbase grew exponentially.

This was compounded by her daily "rekindled love" diary updates on Instagram for the past three months.

Out of boredom, I took a peek at her posts.

In Amber's narrative, she and Adrian were childhood sweethearts separated by a misunderstanding.

When they reunited, he was a handsome, wealthy CEO and she was a cool, stubborn starlet. Fans were eating it up.

Looking back on these five years now, I could only laugh at my own naivety back then.

If someone doesn't love you, time only becomes a knife, leaving you scarred and bitter in the end.

I lit a cigarette and glanced back at the messy bed sheets.

If Adrian had been more attentive, or if he still cared about me even a little, he should have noticed that my belongings in this house had dwindled to almost nothing.

When I first married Adrian, I was truly happy, feeling blessed by fate.

When we moved into this house, I would smile from ear to ear just seeing our suits and dresses hanging side by side in the closet.

But now the vanity was empty, and the huge closet only held his suits and shirts. The dresses that once hung next to his clothes had vanished without a trace.

The phone on the nightstand rang. I ignored it, but it rang again. By the fifth persistent call, I finally answered.

It was Amber's voice, taunting me sweetly: "Mrs. Walker, don't say I'm bullying you. I gave you five whole years. It's not my fault you weren't good enough to keep him."

I replied flatly, "Aren't you afraid I'll expose you as the other woman to the media?"

She suddenly raised her voice shrilly: "I'm not the other woman! If you hadn't taken advantage of my absence when I went abroad, you never would have married Adrian. If you didn't look a bit like me, he wouldn't have given you a second glance!"

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. "Fine, you're so capable. Then please convince Adrian to agree to divorce me. I sincerely wish you both the best - a scumbag and a homewrecker, perfect for each other."

Amber was speechless for a moment before angrily hanging up.

She knew that I had asked Adrian for a divorce two weeks ago. At the time, she had even rushed over to celebrate in front of me.

"Smart of you to know when to give up. First love is something that can never be erased unless you're dead. So you proposing divorce is the wisest move," she had gloated, wearing the designer outfit Adrian had specially ordered from Milan for her.

Who knew that the next second, Adrian would suddenly appear, glaring at me with eyes like a venomous snake. He grabbed Amber by the hair and said coldly, "Who the fuck told you I'm getting divorced? Get out!"

I remember vividly how Amber had run out crying that day.