Chapter 4

Leo didn't come home that night.

I sat on the couch, staring blankly all night. As dawn broke, I rubbed my dry, aching eyes. There was no point in waiting any longer.

Just as I was packing my last few personal items, the doorbell rang.

I thought it was Leo, and my heart clenched. I walked over and opened the door.

Standing there, however, was a strange woman.

She wore a white dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders – a picture of innocent purity.

I recognized her instantly.

It was the woman who’d cooed about being scared last night.

Seeing me, she feigned surprise, covering her mouth, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "Oh, I'm so sorry, did I... did I get the wrong place? I'm looking for Leo."

She paused, tilting her head to scrutinize me, her tone deceptively sweet. "Excuse me, are you the housekeeper here?"

I stared at her, brazenly waltzing into my home, staking her claim, and found it utterly laughable.

"I'm Leo's wife, Skye," I said coldly.

"Ms. Xu, why bother pretending you don't know me? Honestly, your acting is terrible."

With her identity directly exposed, the feigned innocence on Luna's face vanished instantly.

She dropped the act, crossing her arms and speaking with contempt.

"Wife? A wife who doesn't even know where her husband spends the night?"

She scoffed, tapped her phone a few times, then shoved it in front of my face.

On the video, Leo, shirtless, was pressing her against a bed, their lips locked in a desperate kiss.

Their frantic movements left no doubt about his desire.

"See that?"

Luna's voice was filled with triumph. "Leo says he loves me most when I wear white dresses. He just can't resist me like this."

She scanned my loungewear with a dismissive glance. "Unlike some people, dressed like a frumpy housewife, completely turning him off."

She swiped the screen, and intimate photos flashed one after another.

"Leo was exhausted last night. He's still asleep at my place right now."

She put away her phone, a defiant smirk playing on her lips. "He said having sex with you was like completing a chore, completely joyless. But with me, he's like a tireless beast."

"Skye, you've been living a loveless, sexless marriage for five years, haven't you? Must be so lonely."

*Slap!*

I raised my hand and slapped her, hard, across her smug, triumphant face.

Luna's cheek instantly swelled red.

Clutching her face, she glared at me with venomous eyes, shrieking as she tried to strike back.

But just as she raised her hand, she caught a glimpse of the elevator, and her expression instantly transformed.

All the fierceness vanished completely, replaced by terror.

She stumbled backward, falling straight towards the shoe cabinet behind me, her forehead hitting the corner with a pitiful cry.

I was stunned by her rapid transformation.

I was about to speak when Leo's voice, brimming with fury, boomed from behind me.

"Skye! Are you out of your mind?!"

He roared, lunged forward, and violently shoved me aside.

Caught off guard, my back slammed hard against the cold wall, and the pain made my vision go black.

He didn't spare me a glance. Instead, he carefully helped Luna up, cradling her in his arms, his voice laced with concern.

"Luna! Are you okay? Where did you get hurt?"

Luna wept in his arms, looking utterly helpless and tear-streaked.

"Leo... it's not her fault, I just fell accidentally... please don't blame her..."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Leo looked up, his eyes turning menacing.

"She's just not feeling well and came over for some medicine! Why would you lay a hand on her? How utterly heartless can you be?!"

I bit back the pain, not missing the flicker of triumph in Luna's eyes.

I gave a bitter laugh, raising my hand to wipe away the cold tears on my face.

"Leo," I said calmly, "I only dare to admit it today: you're an absolute bastard!"

"My lawyer will send you the divorce papers. We're done."

He scoffed, carrying Luna into the elevator, leaving me with a single dismissive remark: "I don't have time for your madness! If anything happens to Luna, you and I are not finished!"

I sat on the floor, watching the elevator doors slowly close, reflecting my pathetic figure.

After a long while, I forced back all my tears, went into the bedroom, and packed my luggage.

Before leaving, I looked back one last time.

The couple's slippers I'd bought him were still by the entrance, untouched.

The living room wall was still bare because he said hanging wedding photos was tacky.

This house was filled with traces of our life together, yet not a single shred of evidence that we had ever been in love.

I turned away decisively, not shedding another tear.

It wasn't worth it.