Chapter 2

The next day, after the storm cleared.

The hurricane finally dissipated.

I had just opened my eyes when I heard some commotion outside.

Before I could fully wake up.

A figure rushed into the room.

Her eyes were a bit red, her hair a mess, her eyes sunken, with dark bags hanging beneath them.

Her clothes were thrown together, a stark contrast to her status.

She looked utterly haggard.

Clearly, she hadn't slept well the previous night.

Seeing Maya Rodriguez, a top fashion designer, in such a state, genuinely surprised me.

Our eyes met.

Maya immediately yanked the blanket off me.

"Get out here, I need to talk to you."

She seemed to be trying her best to control her emotions.

But I could already see this was the prelude to a volcanic eruption.

I moved at a deliberate pace, no longer the person who used to tense up at the slightest sign of Maya's anger.

On the contrary, there was a sense of calm in my eyes.

Maya looked slightly surprised by this but didn't dwell on it.

She went outside, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and folded her arms across her chest, her expression showing a hint of fury.

She was ready, waiting for me to come out and apologize.

Maya had even decided in her mind that this time, she would punish and scold me severely, to make sure I learned my lesson.

To know what I should and shouldn't do.

But after waiting a while, I didn't emerge.

Maya's anger gradually dwindled with the wait.

She stormed back into the room, just as I was coming out, and we nearly collided.

Maya's emotions were about to burst forth.

But I cut her off.

"Oh, by the way, Maya, Julian's rehabilitation and hospital bills came in a while ago. Check them over, and if everything's in order, just sign them."

Maya had put a lot of effort into getting Julian back on his feet.

Now, she was even treating Julian at the city's exclusive private hospital.

I heard it had state-of-the-art medical equipment imported from abroad.

Maya had sent Julian there without hesitation.

Hearing about Julian seemed to calm Maya's emotions somewhat.

I handed Maya the hospital bills, with the divorce papers tucked inside.

Maya didn't look closely. She took the pen and quickly signed her name.

As for the divorce papers beneath, Maya didn't seem to care at all.

After she signed, she handed the documents back to me. I carefully put both the hospital bills and the divorce papers away.

I planned that once the thirty-day waiting period was over, I would move out of this place that felt like a house but wasn't a home.

Maya's expression quickly reverted to its icy demeanor.

"Liam Reynolds, don't you think you owe me a reasonable explanation now?"

A flicker of confusion crossed my face.

"Explanation? What explanation?"

Maya's voice rose a few octaves.

"I called you so many times last night, sent you countless messages, why didn't you answer my calls or reply to my texts? Do you even know? Julian almost died last night."

She questioned me, demanding why I hadn't taken proper care of her Julian.