Chapter 2

The next morning, the door was pushed open.

Damian came back to move his things, looking smug and pleased with himself.

I sat on the sofa, my eyes red-rimmed.

"Are you really leaving?"

My voice was hoarse as tears fell perfectly onto the back of my hand.

"These five years, my whole heart has been with you. How am I supposed to live after this?"

He paused in his movements, his face showing undisguised mockery.

"Enough with the act. Don't you already have some other guy?" He tugged at his tie. "We were married—you don't need to make it seem like I'm forcing you."

I covered my face, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I was just saying that to make you angry! There's no one else! I just wanted you to spend more time with me..."

I cried as if my heart was breaking. "You're taking the house—where am I supposed to live? I don't even have basic security. Are you trying to drive me to my death?"

Hearing that I hadn't actually cheated, he froze first, then couldn't hide the smug satisfaction on his face.

So he had such great appeal that I couldn't live without him.

"Ah, why put yourself through this?" He sighed, putting on a magnanimous air. "Chloe is kind-hearted and doesn't want to see you homeless. How about this—I'll transfer the three hundred thousand in savings to you. Consider it your living expenses for the future."

To prove to Chloe that he could handle me properly, and to show off his wealth, he immediately took out his phone and transferred the money to my account.

Seeing the deposit notification, I kept my head down, desperately suppressing the smile at the corner of my mouth.

The moment he moved his luggage downstairs, I immediately dropped the pitiful act.

Wiping away my tears, I opened the computer and logged into his cloud account that he'd never signed out of.

For five years, he'd been so convinced of my cluelessness that he hadn't even changed his password.

Those disgusting chat records, call logs, and Chloe's prenatal examination reports—I saved them all.

That afternoon, I printed out these photos and chat records and sent them all to Chloe's parents back in her hometown—retired teachers who valued their reputation more than their lives.

The next day, fierce arguments erupted from downstairs.

Chloe's parents had taken the overnight train and come straight over, breaking down their door.

"You shameless bastard! We paid for your education, and you became a mistress for a married man!"

The sound of slaps accompanied Chloe's screams.

Her father was shaking with rage, cursing viciously.

"And pregnant out of wedlock? You've disgraced the entire family! If you don't abort that bastard today, I'm disowning you as my daughter!"

Damian rushed over to protect Chloe, only to have Chloe's mother scratch his face bloody.

"Who the hell do you think you are! Tricking my daughter into having your baby? If you don't give us a clear explanation today and fifty thousand dollars in compensation, I'll ruin your reputation!"

Downstairs had turned into complete chaos while I leisurely sipped a glass of red wine upstairs.

Damian must be frantic right now, desperate for money to shut the old couple up.

Unfortunately, he couldn't come up with a single cent now.

Yesterday, I'd already taken his card to the most upscale mall in the city center.

After such a huge shock, I deserved to buy some supplements to take care of my health, right?

Truffle oil,caviar, limited edition handbags—I swiped without mercy.

When the card ran out of money, I pulled out his credit card.

The credit limit of several hundred thousand—I maxed it out in one morning.

My phone kept getting notifications about exceeding the spending limit. I blocked his number.

Right now, he was being pressured by Chloe's parents to produce money, yet he couldn't even scrape together next month's rent for Chloe.