Chapter 2

I didn’t sleep all night.

When Liam came back, he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

His breathing near my ear made me feel sick.

I pushed him away and went to the guest room.

The next morning, I left early.

If I continued staying under the same roof with him, I was afraid I’d throw up.

When Liam called looking for me, I was at a law firm.

I glanced at the divorce agreement, then answered the call.

“Where did you go so early in the morning?”

“The honeymoon’s over.

I came to sort out my work.”

I admired myself for being able to lie so calmly at this point.

Liam seemed reassured.

“Okay.

I’m also busy today, so I won’t come home for lunch.

I bought you a gift—remember to sign for it.”

After hanging up, the lawyer across from me looked at me.

“Are you okay?”

Perhaps because I looked so terrible, he pushed a cup of hot water toward me.

I smiled and thanked him, then added, “All of this goes to me.

He’s the one at fault.

I want ninety percent of the assets!

He’s been having a long-term affair.

He won’t refuse my demands.

Just do as I say.”

Perhaps sensing my bad mood, the gift Liam sent me was actually a handbag worth twenty thousand dollars.

Immediately after, Riley called.

“I’m so envious of certain people.

He just wrote you a final message yesterday, and today he couldn’t wait to spend over twenty thousand on a bag for you.

I’m telling you, don’t be too dramatic—just forgive him!”

Listening to Riley make excuses for him on the phone, even blaming me for being too dramatic, I couldn’t help but find it funny.

As if I was the petty one.

After I stayed silent, Riley asked, “What’s wrong?

Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I don’t really want to talk.

Probably jet lag.

I’m a bit tired,” I answered impatiently.

“Then rest well.

We’ll meet up later!”

After hanging up, I quickly took action, searching all of Riley’s social media accounts.

We’d been friends for years, but we’d only really been close for about five years—we grew closer because of Liam.

I’d seen all her social media before, but without exception, I hadn’t found any issues.

After thinking it over, I found an account in her following list with an avatar of a chubby cartoon girl—her favorite type.

When I clicked on it, I discovered it was actually her alternate account.

It was densely packed with records of her moments with Liam.

Although the guy’s face wasn’t shown, I’d known Liam for eight years.

I recognized him at a glance—whether it was a blurred silhouette or a fleeting side profile, this was Liam.

Behind my back, they even had a little home together outside.

I watched all her videos.

In her bio, she’d written about Miss Fox and Mr. Rabbit who’d known each other for eight years and three months.

“July 13, 2017.

First time meeting Mr. Rabbit.

Love at first sight!

Took the initiative to get his contact info, then found out we go to the same university.

Shamelessly joined the same club as him.”

“October 1, 2017.

My roommate and my crush also became friends.

She’s really calculating—acting all cute the moment they meet.

Don’t all men fall for that?”

“She beat me to it after all!

It hurts!”

“December 25, 2017.

Things are turning around.

He says he still feels we have more in common!”