When I No Longer Care

Synopsis

In the second month after getting back together with Stefan Hunt, I ran into his intern, Phoebe Watkins, in the underground parking garage, crying her eyes out in his arms. When she saw me, she clutched a heart-shaped lunchbox and lowered her head, all soft and fragile. She said to me, "Roxanne, I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself. It has nothing to do with Mr. Hunt." In my previous life, I'd lost my temper, slapped her, and dragged Stefan straight to the courthouse for a divorce. In the end, my mother died in the hospital because we couldn't afford the surgery. And because I got nothing from the divorce, when I had a fever, I couldn't afford treatment and died alone in my rented apartment. Seeing me stay silent, Stefan looked at me with amusement. "Roxanne, what kind of scene are you planning to make this time?" But I simply waved it off, calm and agreeable. "It's fine. I trust you." After all, I'd been given a second chance. I wasn't about to repeat the same mistakes. Ignoring the shock on his face, I pointed at the lunchbox in Phoebe's hands and said considerately, "If you like her cooking, why not have her come over to our place and take care of you? "As long as you're happy, I'm fine with it." At that, Stefan's expression darkened instantly.