Chapter 3

Collins sprawled casually next to Juliet, his arm draped directly around her shoulder.

Seeing me, he complained with a furrowed brow:

"Juliet just makes such a big fuss. It's just a cold, but she won't let me drink or even come to work. If I hadn't begged her, she wouldn't have brought me to this dinner."

Hearing him say this, Juliet affectionately tapped his nose.

"I don't care what you say, but don't complain when it's time to take your medicine."

The two people in front of me were clearly a couple in love.

Her gentleness and consideration were unfamiliar to me.

I clutched the divorce agreement in my hand, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Arriving at the restaurant, Juliet exchanged pleasantries with the business partners for a while.

Then she stepped back and began introducing everyone.

"This is Collins, our company's department manager."

When introducing me, the partner's boss frowned slightly.

"I remember very clearly that this gentleman went to prison for debt default. Miss Juliet, you're truly loyal and righteous."

Juliet's nerves tightened. She glanced at me, then smiled apologetically in acknowledgment.

During the project discussion, Juliet and Collins sat close together.

She kept giving me looks, signaling me to proactively block drinks for Collins.

During the meal, someone noticed their intimate behavior and couldn't help but tease:

"Miss Juliet and Mr. Collins look so well-matched. I wonder if Miss Juliet is married?"

As soon as the words fell, Juliet looked at me, a flash of hesitation in her eyes.

The next second, we said almost in unison:

"No."

Though we gave the same answer, she whipped her head around to stare at me in shock.

When the partners went to the restroom, she sent me a message:

"It's all just an act. Don't take it to heart."

Juliet was talking about acting, but I was telling the truth.

After all, she'd already signed the divorce agreement.

I glanced at the message and turned my phone screen down.

Seeing this, Juliet, sitting across from me, was about to stand up when I turned and headed to the restroom.

Coming out of the stall, I ran into Collins.

He stood with his arms crossed, clearly in a victor's stance.

"Taylor, you're truly pathetic as a man. Being despised by your wife to this extent—if I were you, I'd be too ashamed to show my face."

I washed my hands on my own, saying indifferently:

"That's none of Mr. Collins's concern."

After drying my hands, I prepared to leave.

But Collins flashed over to block my path, looking me up and down.

"How come Juliet's husband is still wearing rags?"

"Oh, I forgot—Juliet probably spent all her money buying me luxury custom pieces. Sorry about that."

The expensive designer brands on him seemed to constantly remind me of the difference between one dollar and one hundred million.

Instantly, the bitterness that had been building in my heart exploded, and I fled in panic.

Returning to the private room, I grabbed my things to leave.

Juliet hurried forward to stop me, her tone gentle:

"Don't leave yet. I'll drive you home in a bit."

I was about to refuse when Collins suddenly burst in looking panicked.

Instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Juliet immediately let go of me and ran over to ask what had happened.

Collins frantically searched through his bag, then patted down all his pockets.

Then he cried out in alarm:

"My custom watch is missing!"