Chapter 4

Before I could answer.

Skylar suddenly laughed out loud.

“Liam, stop dreaming. What else can you offer besides emotional support?”

“Might as well tell you.”

“Honestly, I got tired of all your ‘goodness’ a long time ago.”

I never thought she’d twist the knife even as we were parting ways.

I remembered when we first got married, Skylar told me, “You’re the only one in the world who’s genuinely good to me. Everyone else has an ulterior motive.”

“I love you, and I’ll never get tired of you.”

But now?

Our relationship ended before another woman even showed up.

After finalizing the divorce. We returned to our home.

The first thing Skylar did was take down our wedding photos, smash the frame, and burn the pictures inside.

“Liam.”

“Delete everything related to me.”

“I don’t want any bad memories left behind.”

Her tone was almost command-like.

For a moment, she seemed like a stranger.

“Okay.”

I nodded, pulled out my phone, and deleted Skylar’s Ins account, her phone number, and all the photos I’d saved.

Gazing at my almost-empty phone storage, I paused, then let out a long sigh of relief, like a huge burden had been lifted.

Skylar thoroughly checked my phone, then, satisfied, grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door.

But at the entrance, she suddenly stopped.

“Liam.” She called my name softly.

I looked up, meeting her eyes, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

“Liam, people have to look out for themselves, don’t they? Don’t blame me. Blame yourself for not being good enough.”

This time, Skylar didn’t look back, turning and walking away, her steps light.

Chloe was already waiting downstairs. Next to her was a stylishly dressed man.

He leaned against a Ferrari sports car, a Rolex on his wrist, looking very wealthy.

“Skylar! Congrats on the divorce! Congrats on escaping that misery!”

Chloe smiled, waving at her, then introduced the man beside her: “This is my husband’s good friend, Damien!”

“He said he just loves women like you!”

Hearing this, a blush rose on Skylar’s cheeks. She looked at him closely, her eyes lighting up.

Damien curved his lips into a smile, opening the rear car door for Skylar. He said humorously, “Princess, your carriage awaits.”

“You’re so funny,” Skylar laughed.

I watched everything from upstairs. Seeing the luxury car drive away, Damien looked oddly familiar. So I sent a picture to my college friend, who’s an international police officer.

[Isn’t this the wanted criminal you guys are looking for?]