Chapter 2

I looked at him in disbelief.

He seemed irritated:

"These past four years, have you seen any trace of them in my life?

"No, right?"

I couldn't believe it: "Terry..."

"Enough, Lisa."

He frowned: "Originally, if you hadn't been so petty and unreasonable about this, you wouldn't have found out and damaged our relationship. We could have lived together just fine."

People really do laugh when they're extremely angry.

This complaint against my company should have just been a matter for the legal department. I didn't need to get involved.

But I recognized the complaint number as familiar—it was Mary's.

I investigated personally and discovered Terry's lingering connection with her.

Terry sighed:

"Just pretend you didn't see this.

"Lisa, don't destroy the relationship we've worked so hard to repair."

I laughed.

I slammed the divorce papers on the table:

"If you really valued this relationship, you wouldn't still be in contact with her!"

"What are you doing?"

Seeing the words "Divorce Agreement," Terry's breathing visibly caught.

"Put that away!"

He tried to tear up the agreement, but I pressed it down firmly.

"Terry, I told you—four years ago was our last chance."

"Lisa..."

"Three days."

I stared at him: "Give me an answer."

"Lisa! Lisa!!"

I left without looking back. He didn't call me back.

I left him alone with the agreement, his fingers trembling slightly.

I waited two days. Terry didn't respond.

He didn't reply to my messages either.

I decided to go home in person to push for an answer.

But just as I reached the door, I heard the sound of drinking inside:

"Terry, it's the last day for that divorce agreement. You really not going to do something about it?"

"Do something?"

Terry laughed coldly: "She's being unreasonable! She should give me an explanation!"

What?

My hand froze on the doorknob.

"We've been married seven years. The past is the past—bringing Mary home was admittedly too much. But these past four years we've been more in love than any couple. Even if we fight, she shouldn't threaten me with divorce."

Terry waved the agreement:

"Hasn't she thought about how much this tantrum hurts our relationship?"

I bit my lip.

His friend glanced at the door, his breathing catching, but chose not to alert anyone.

Instead, he asked another question:

"Terry, what if she's serious?"

"Serious?"

Terry laughed: "We've risked our lives for each other. It's not that easy to break apart."

"Then why did you have a child with Mary? I thought you'd really turned over a new leaf."

Terry clinked glasses with them:

"When you have a life-and-death love, you don't need to be as careful as in the beginning.

"We saved each other's lives. She and I can never be separated in this lifetime."

I took a sharp breath, my heartbeat racing with anger.

I quietly closed the door.

It seemed it was time to go through litigation.

When I had my people prepare the lawsuit materials, Terry's message came through on the third day:

[Instead of wasting time making trouble with me, you should quickly compensate Mary for her losses]

After that, he sent a court summons—a lawsuit filed by Mary.

She was suing my company's food safety, claiming it caused her child's food poisoning.

I hadn't expected that after I made her cry in court that time, she still wouldn't give up.

But this persistence had to have someone backing her.

I called Terry:

"You helped her file?"

Terry chuckled softly without answering. The answer was obvious.

"What if I don't pay?"

"Lisa, you should think carefully. The legal team appearing in court this time is from my company."

My breathing caught.