Chapter 2

Scarlett and I hadn’t formally registered our marriage, and all our friends and family knew it.

It wasn’t that I was unwilling.

She insisted on testing me for another two years.

Now, I was incredibly grateful for her decision.

After all, divorce wasn’t an easy process.

As I reached the last step, my parents came rushing towards me.

“Son, is what you said true? Have you really thought this through?” my mom asked excitedly, grabbing my hand.

She had always felt Scarlett and I were a bad match. Forget our family backgrounds, the main thing was she simply didn’t hold me in her heart.

But between us, I was always the one who loved more. My mom wasn’t happy about it, but she never forced her interference.

At this moment, she looked at me with hopeful eyes, wanting to confirm if her wish had finally come true.

My dad pulled her back, calmly saying, “He’s just saying angry things, don’t take him seriously. One call from her and he’d be crawling back, tail between his legs. You always believe him.”

The disappointment and helplessness in his tone were palpable.

Most people present probably thought the same as my dad.

The light in my mom’s eyes instantly faded. She murmured, “You’re right.”

In that moment, my heart clenched, a sharp, piercing pain.

When I had no bottom line in love, constantly giving in, wasn't that also a torment for my family, who loved me so much?

“This time, it’s real. Trust me.” I held my parents’ hands, promising them.

“...Hmm, we trust you.” They fell silent, then patted me dismissively.

Their expressions clearly showed they didn’t believe me.

And why would they? Scarlett had abandoned me for Brandon 100 times, and I had forgiven her 99 times.

My track record of always forgiving her made my promise sound utterly hollow.

But it didn’t matter. I would prove myself eventually.