Chapter 2

My hand froze midair as I was putting down my water glass, a look of bewilderment on my face.

She had blocked my number herself, and now she was blaming me for not contacting her?

I had waited for two hours and just got home, and she claimed she'd been looking for me for an hour?

Enough is enough. I didn't have the energy to expose her little game.

My face darkened as I coldly said, "If you wanted me to contact you, you should have unblocked me first."

Hearing this, she pressed her lips together, suppressing her anger. She put a rain-soaked matcha cake without its box in front of me.

"It's too late, and the box is gone. I barely found a place that still had any," she explained.

I stared at the cake, feeling nothing but exhaustion, numb to her lame excuses.

My phone screen lit up at that moment. Jack had posted another update, a photo of a blueberry cake with a sickeningly sweet caption.

I wanted to smirk, but found I didn't even have the energy for that.

A thousand words condensed into one sentence: "Thanks for the effort. You can throw it away."

Her face instantly turned ashen, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Are you crazy? I went through all this trouble to get this for you, and you just want to throw it away?" she yelled.

"You're making a fool out of me! It's just a bonus for an employee, why are you making such a big deal out of it? I'm the boss, can't I make my own decisions? And don't think I've forgotten about you insulting people in private messages!" She grew more agitated as she spoke.

I rubbed my aching head, too tired to argue. "It's not what you think. I don't have the energy or time for that. At that time, I was..."

Before I could finish, she roughly cut me off.

"Enough! Stop talking! It's always like this. You're in your mid-thirties, but you're still as jealous as when you were young. There are so many handsome guys in this world, are you going to be jealous of all of them? You've lost your mind!" Her words cut into my heart like knives.

In the past, I would always argue with her over these little things, begging her to love only me.

But now, I've woken up.

Between adults, what's the point of love that needs to be questioned?

I sighed, "If that's how you want to see it, there's nothing I can do."

With that, I got up and walked towards the bedroom.

She ignored me, threw the cake in the trash, and started scrolling through her phone, occasionally letting out suppressed laughter.

She went to the bathroom to make a call, and I took the opportunity to pack up my bedding, preparing to move to the guest room.

Just as I was leaving, I bumped into her. She looked annoyed, staring at the bedding in my hands, and finally exploded: "What's the meaning of this? You want to sleep separately?"

"I didn't complain about your alcohol breath, and this is how you act? Looking at you now makes me sick!" she said viciously, "Don't come looking for me if you can't sleep tonight!"

I ignored her and went straight to the guest room, locking the door behind me.

In the past, I couldn't sleep when she came home late, constantly calling and texting her. She responded by giving me a bottle of sleeping pills the next day.

Now, I sleep soundly without any medication. It turns out, those hurdles we thought we couldn't overcome, when we look back, aren't such a big deal after all.

I've found a reliable divorce lawyer and am ready to start a new life.

Meanwhile, Amber's company account was buzzing with celebration videos.

In the video, she stood next to Jack, a perfect match.

The jewelry around her neck was the anniversary gift I gave her last year.

This year's gift, I've already returned, along with those unrealistic expectations.