Chapter 3

Mia's face was full of anger, and she couldn't help but curse me even after hanging up the phone,

"Terminal illness, huh? Lucas Wilson, do you really think you're some TV drama protagonist? Getting a terminal illness to keep me by your side, what a cliché plot!"

In the end, she searched every nook and cranny of the house but couldn't find the necklace. With her neck feeling bare, she went to her date.

After hearing about this, Jason said sarcastically,

"Lucas Wilson's skills might not be great, but his temper sure is. Can't even tolerate a necklace. Never mind, I'll buy you an identical one."

I watched them happily go to the mall together. Clearly, that phone call hadn't stirred any emotions in her.

Whether I lived or died didn't matter to her.

Perhaps, whether I lived or died didn't matter to anyone, except Jerry.

I was an orphan, growing up in an orphanage, never knowing who my parents were.

After graduating from college, I was introduced to Mia by a classmate and fell in love at first sight. Having grown up in an orphanage, I was somewhat introverted and lonely, without many friends.

Initially, Mia was lively and outgoing. After being with her, I became more sunny and confident than before. I originally thought she was my salvation, but I didn't know she had a "perfect first love ex-boyfriend" whom she had dated for many years.

After we got married, she changed jobs, and Jason became her boss. Their old feelings were rekindled.

When I found out, I wanted to win her back. Having never received family warmth since childhood, I was afraid of losing this hard-won happiness.

But perhaps because I cared too much, I became sensitive and jealous. I didn't let her go out alone with Jason, nor did I want them to contact each other.

Mia hated me for this. The more I forbade her, the more she did it, constantly angering me.

Now it's good. She angered me to death, and she's free.