Chapter 5

It had been a full half hour since I sent my message, and Julian still hadn't responded. He didn't answer my calls either.

But Megan did send me a voice message.

"Can you stop being so annoying? Why do you keep calling Julian? Don't you know? Julian and I hate being interrupted when we're alone together."

I swallowed my rage and replied:

"I've already asked him for a divorce. If you don't want to stay nameless forever, tell him to come back and sign the papers."

Megan didn't respond.

I had no patience left to wait for Julian's reply.

I called a moving company directly and started packing all my belongings.

Including all the gifts I had given him over the years:

The oil paintings I'd painted for him, the ties and cufflinks I'd bought him...

All of it had been tossed in the storage room like garbage.

Since he didn't want any of it, I'd throw it all away—along with the heart that once loved him.

Even though I'd lived in this house for seven years, it only took three hours to load everything onto the truck.

As I was about to leave, I couldn't hold back anymore—tears streamed down my face once again.

I had just moved into my new apartment and was organizing my things when I received another message from Megan:

"Come over. Julian is in my hotel suite. He's agreed to sign the divorce papers."

Looking at the message, my fingers tightened around the phone.

In the end, I only replied: "Okay."

Before I left, a plan for revenge had already formed in my mind.

I changed into athletic wear and grabbed a camera with a telephoto lens.

Then I took a taxi straight to the hotel address Megan had sent me.

She had humiliated me for an entire month.

It was time for her to experience what humiliation felt like.

Even if it meant Julian would be furious. Even if we'd both go down in flames.