Chapter 2

Moving into the guest room was the first step for Roman to fulfill the secret marriage agreement. Then, he drew the line. We didn't take the same car, and we didn't go together. I was only allowed to call him Mr. White in the company.

Finally, he said that his relationship with Megan was just for show, and I wasn't allowed to make a fuss about it.

After saying these things to me, Roman disappeared for three days.

Three days later, I took a sick leave because of a fever. He called me and said reproachfully, "I can't believe you asked for leave when you just started. Go to the hospital by yourself. I'm on a business trip and busy."

I'd seen this coming. I gave a faint answer.

But before his words were even finished, a coquettish voice sounded. "Roman, my zipper is stuck! Come and help me..."

Roman hung up the phone in a hurry, and I heard his footsteps walking away.

Then I saw that Megan's Instagram had a new profile picture, which was a couple's profile picture with Roman.

Once, I always pestered Roman to change the couple's profile picture with me, but he always made excuses, saying it was troublesome and childish.

He just didn't want to use the couple's things with me.

For some unknown reason, he started to send me messages and call me frequently.

I only replied with one message: [It's my rest time now. Mr. White, please understand.]

After finishing the infusion, I returned to the company. My colleagues were still cold to me, and my desk was piled high with work documents.

Probably in their eyes, I was just a lucky person who was taken in by Roman after serving my sentence, and I deserved this treatment.

I adjusted my mood and packed the items in the storage cabinet into a black garbage bag.

If I had known they would be useless, I wouldn't have brought them into the company in the first place.

Just as I was about to go out to throw away the garbage, Roman came back. Before I could react, he angrily dragged me into the stairwell.

Seeing the garbage bag in my hand, his face darkened, and he said, "You have time to throw away the garbage, but you don't have time to answer my phone calls?"

The strong perfume smell on him made me instinctively take a step back, and I said calmly, "I have replied to your message."

My words angered him, and he questioned me, "Why do you call me Mr. White?"

I thought, "What's the difference between being on the phone and being in person? This was what he asked for. Why is he dissatisfied now?"

Seeing that I was silent, he sneered, "You know I don't like willful women. Don't become the kind of person I hate."

After saying that, he snatched the garbage from my hand and threw it hard on the ground.

A huge noise echoed in the stairwell. He walked away swaggeringly.

Our photo together and the couple's water cup were shattered all over the ground. Our relationship of many years seemed to be like these fragments, difficult to be restored.

My heart ached faintly, as if it was also full of cracks.

I silently cleaned up the garbage and called a lawyer, asking him to draw up a divorce agreement.

Just as I was holding the printed document and about to knock on the door, Roman opened the door of his office one step ahead.

Seeing his cold gaze, I calmly handed the document to him and said, "Sign it when you have time."

Roman didn't look at the document. He directly turned to the last page and signed it, and then calmly handed it back to me, ordering me, "Go out for business entertainment with me later. Drink more wine."

I wondered in my heart, "His alcohol tolerance is always good. Why does he want me to drink more wine?"

Before I could ask, Megan bounced out from behind him and said, "Mr. White is so considerate! Thank you for remembering that I can't drink because of my cold."