Chapter 2

It had just rained heavily outside.

I happened to fall into a puddle of mud. The ground was slippery—the more I struggled to get up, the less I could stand.

Dylan just sat quietly in the car, expressionless:

"Lynn, see that?"

Seeing me look at him, he sneered:

"Without my help, you can't even stand up. If you really divorce me, where will you go?"

Without waiting for my answer.

The car door slammed shut, and the vehicle shot past me like an arrow, splashing mud all over my face.

As my vision went dark, memories with Dylan flashed through my mind like a slideshow.

Right after divorcing Ethan, unable to accept the betrayal, I developed severe depression.

I would self-harm uncontrollably. Every time I cut myself once, Dylan would discover it and cut himself twice.

When I couldn't sleep all night, Dylan had the roof of the villa removed.

Replaced it with a skylight and held me while counting stars all night.

When I couldn't eat, he'd go on hunger strikes with me.

After a year of this, I finally improved and began to trust him.

The day he confessed, he knelt on one knee and promised he would never betray me in this lifetime.

I believed him.

Now, just one year later.

Dylan's promise had already expired.

Coming back to my senses, I wiped the mud from my eyes and pushed myself up from the ground.

My clumsy movements made passersby laugh.

Ashamed and afraid, I frantically waved for a taxi.

Finally, one car didn't mind how dirty I was and agreed to take me—on the condition that I pay upfront, plus an extra two hundred dollars.

I quickly agreed.

But when I tried to pay, I was told my card had just been frozen. I couldn't use a single cent.

The moment I was kicked out of the car, heavy rain poured down again.

It hit my body, painful and numbing.

I don't know how long I walked before I finally made it home with Dylan.

Pushing open the door, my mind went blank.

High heels and dress shoes lay intertwined on the floor, lace lingerie mixed with a black suit.

By the window, Dylan held Fiona in a passionate kiss.

In a trance, the scene from five years ago overlapped with the present.

I let out an incoherent howl, my hands and feet shaking uncontrollably.

The sound interrupted the intimate couple.

Dylan frowned irritably:

"Why are you making such a fuss? It's not like you haven't experienced this before."

Fiona laughed mockingly:

"Long time no see, Lynn. I was wrong on the phone—Dylan is so much better than your ex-husband."

Her words pleased Dylan.

"You have good taste."

Dylan smiled and stood up, walking toward me.

But the closer he got, the more I trembled.

Finally, as he tried to reach out his hand, I bent over sharply and couldn't stop vomiting.

Vaguely, Dylan's figure stiffened for a moment.

After a pause, I heard an eerie voice by my ear:

"Lynn, do you find me disgusting?"