Chapter 2

Brandon quickly jumped in to play peacemaker.

"Liam, please don't be like this. This is my fault; I apologize to you."

"I have skin hunger syndrome. If I don't get relief in time, I'll slowly die."

"So, are you going to tell me that whenever your 'skin hunger syndrome' flares up, you find *her* to 'relieve' it?"

Facing my rage, Brandon quickly answered:

"It wasn't like this before; I had a girlfriend to help me. But after she went abroad, Chloe started helping me. That's why whenever my craving hits, I just..."

*Bang!*

"You disgusting cheats!"

I lost control because Chloe had agreed to such a shameful request.

No wonder she was always disappearing—not around for dinner, not around for bed.

Not even around for our child, leaving him alone at home with no one watching him.

When I confronted her, she'd always say she was busy.

Turns out, she was busy with Brandon. So busy she could ignore her own son.

I also finally understood why our household expenses had been so high lately.

She was spending a fortune on expensive skincare products to keep her skin smooth, not caring how much it drove up our living costs.

As Brandon's words hung in the air, everyone started pointing and whispering about us again.

Brandon quickly pushed Chloe towards me.

"Chloe, we're in the wrong here. Apologize to him quickly! Otherwise, everyone will keep talking about us."

Chloe was always obedient to Brandon. As she prepared to give in to me, I noticed a fresh mark on her neck, like a bite mark.

My heart felt like it had been struck by something again.

If she knew her mistake and was truly willing to change, I thought our years together might still have a chance.

But she had already been with Brandon. She was tainted.

I looked at Chloe with the deepest disappointment. Just then, our nanny walked over, holding our three-month-old son.

The baby was wailing, crying because he was hungry.

But his mother didn't care about his cries. She didn't even think to reach out and hold him, to offer him some milk for comfort.

I took the baby from the nanny and told her to quickly make some formula.

But the nanny said she'd forgotten the formula. So I turned my hope to Chloe.

If she would take our son and feed him, I'd forgive her.

Instead, Brandon's "skin hunger syndrome" flared up again. He claimed he hadn't gotten enough "relief" earlier.

Chloe immediately turned to me, flustered.

"Liam, don't make a scene now. Leo can wait a little longer for his formula, but Brandon can't. He saved my life once; I can't abandon him now."

"Liam, I hope you understand, okay?"

With that, she abandoned our son and me, leading Brandon further into the room.

As for what they were going to do, it was obvious: "relieve" Brandon.

The wedding was completely over. There was no point in continuing.

I had someone return all the wedding contributions to the guests, then I left with our son.

After comforting Leo, the hospital called, asking me to come.

My mother had woken up. I needed to rush to her.

Opening the door, I saw my mother sobbing uncontrollably.

When she saw me, she quickly wiped away her tears and smiled.

"My son, you're here."

She knew how wronged I must feel.

So we didn't speak, choosing quiet companionship instead.

That night, back home, I scrolled through my Ins feed and saw Brandon had updated his profile:

"They say being just friends, not a couple, is the longest-lasting form of love. I've verified it; it's true. Thank you to my little princess for never abandoning me."

The photo showed Brandon with his arm wrapped around Chloe's waist, both smiling at each other.

Below it were replies from Chloe's close friends.