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After we got back together, Constantin Ligier cheated on me again. When his personal assistant triumphantly flung a used condom in my face once more, I didn't grab her hair and make a scene like I did in the past until the whole company knew about it. Nor did I hysterically demand a divorce. I simply thoughtfully picked up Constantin's soiled underwear and went to the bathroom. "Next time, don't get so wild. These things are a pain to wash," I deadpanned. The man on the bed stopped what he was doing and glared at me. Late that night, paparazzi photos surfaced of Constantin Ligier having sex with his mistress in a car. The entire city was waiting to see me humiliated. But I calmly signed a check for a large sum to silence every single scandal. After that, I also thoughtfully took care of the aftermath for mistresses number four, five, and six one by one. When it came to the seventh mistress, Constantin finally snapped. He tore the check to shreds, grabbed my hand with bloodshot eyes, and yelled hysterically, "Lydianne Ximenez, where's your pride? Aren't you going to throw a tantrum like before? Are you just going to stand there and watch me fall into the arms of other women? The Lydianne Ximenez from ten years ago would never be this cold-hearted!" I smiled faintly. "You're drunk. I'll go get you something to sober you up." Constantin didn't know that I could never be the Lydianne Ximenez of ten years ago again. That was because I came back from ten years in the future…