Chapter 3

Megan was wrapped in a blanket and snuggled up on Roman's shoulder. When she saw me, she frowned and said reluctantly, "Mr. White, you're being too careful. I just have a cold. You won't let me drink or let me go to work. If I hadn't begged you all the time, you wouldn't have brought me here."

Hearing this, Roman affectionately touched the tip of her nose with his fingertips and said indulgently, "Then don't cry when you take your medicine."

The affectionate gestures between them were what only lovers in love should have.

His gentle and humorous appearance made me feel so unfamiliar.

I clenched the divorce agreement in my hand and instead felt relieved.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Roman first exchanged a few pleasantries with the partner and then began to introduce Megan, saying, "This is Megan Smith, the department manager of our company."

When Roman introduced me, the president of the partner frowned and said disdainfully, "This lady, if I'm not mistaken, was imprisoned for defaulting on a loan, right? Mr. White is so nostalgic."

His body stiffened slightly. He glanced at me, finally smiled, and acquiesced.

Roman's and Megan's seats were next to each other. During the meal, he kept giving me looks, indicating that I should take the initiative to please the partner.

During the dinner, someone noticed the intimacy between them and joked with a smile, "Mr. White and Ms. Smith are a perfect match. Mr. White, may I ask if you're married?"

Roman looked at me, his eyes showing a hint of imperceptible hesitation.

The next second, we almost answered at the same time, "No."

Although we said the same answer, he suddenly turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of shock.

It wasn't until the partner went to the restroom that he sent me a message to explain: [It's just for show. Never mind.]

Roman said he was just acting, but what I said was the truth.

After all, he had already signed the divorce agreement.

I glanced at the message and turned my phone screen down on the table.

Seeing this, Roman was just about to stand up, but I stood up and went to the restroom first.

When I came out of the cubicle, I ran into Megan. She folded her arms across her chest and said arrogantly, "Abigail, you're pathetic. You're being despised by your husband to this extent. I would be very ashamed if I were you."

I lowered my head to wash my hands. The sound of the running water covered up my indifferent words. I said, "Ms. Smith, this has nothing to do with you."

After drying my hands, I was about to leave. But Megan stepped sideways to block my way and scanned me from head to toe with her eyes.

She said, "Mrs. White, why are you still wearing such old-fashioned clothes?"

She chuckled and showed off, saying, "Oh, I forgot. Roman's money was probably all used to buy me high-end, custom-made clothes. I'm really sorry."

Those expensive brand-name clothes on her were like a silent mockery, reminding me of the difference between a plastic necklace and a high-end custom diamond necklace.

The pain that had been pent up for a long time made me almost flee in a hurry.

When I got back to the private room, I picked up my bag and left.

Roman quickly stepped forward to stop me and said patiently, "Don't leave yet. I'll send you back later."

Just as I was about to refuse him, Megan suddenly rushed in, crying, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

He immediately let go of my hand and stepped forward quickly, asking about the situation anxiously.

Megan rummaged through her bag in a hurry and then searched all her pockets. She shouted in a panic, "My custom-made diamond ring is gone!"