Chapter 3

On the way back, I received provocative texts and videos from Chloe.

"Valerie, so what if you have the title of his wife? He can catch my vomit with his bare hands. Have you ever gotten that kind of treatment?"

Indeed not. When I was sick, forget about taking care of me—he wouldn't even pour me a glass of water.

"Valerie, is five hundred enough for you? If not, I'll transfer you some more. Xavier felt so bad for me being so sick that he transferred me five hundred thousand."

I looked at the transfer records she sent.

Xavier really did feel bad for her. When apologizing to me, he was so stingy, yet he'd transferred her over ten million dollars in spending money bit by bit.

I didn't respond to her provocation. I just quietly saved the evidence.

When I got home, I casually cooked some instant noodles, ate, and went to sleep.

Late at night, Xavier suddenly came home and shook me awake:

"Don't sleep yet. Chloe's sick. I'm having her move in for a few days so I can take care of her."

"Go clean up the guest room right now and change the sheets and comforter."

Annoyed at being woken up, I turned over and went back to sleep:

"Do it yourself. I'm not available."

Hearing this, Chloe frowned and rushed in to accuse me:

"Xavier was planning to stay at my place, but he came back here to save face for you as his wife."

"I've already agreed to live under someone else's roof, and Xavier's asked you nicely. Don't push your luck."

Xavier shook his head in disappointment:

"Usually you're so energetic doing things. Are you deliberately targeting Chloe?"

"She even told me she wouldn't hold it against you for making her sick. How can you be less considerate than your own protégé?"

I laughed coldly, too lazy to explain:

"Right, right, right. It's all my fault. Go stay at Chloe's place—you can take even better care of her there."

Xavier's rebuke caught in his throat. His eyes turned red with anger:

"Valerie! What kind of wife pushes her husband to stay at another woman's house?"

He glared at me furiously for a few moments, then ran out.

After he left, Chloe leisurely walked in and flashed me a triumphant smile:

"Well, well, teacher. I didn't expect you to learn my tricks and play dirty too. But you'll never be able to outplay me. Just you wait."

I didn't listen carefully. I buried my head and fell back asleep.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed. As soon as I walked into the living room, I smelled a rich aroma.

The dining table was set with a lavish breakfast. Xavier, wearing an apron, seemed to have forgotten about last night. He pressed me into a chair and placed a fried egg in my bowl.

"Here, here, try this fried egg."

How strange. Xavier never cooked. Had the sun risen in the west today?

Just as I was about to take a bite, I heard him muttering:

"Chloe's so picky. She won't eat it if it's even slightly overcooked, and she won't eat it if it's too soft either. Help me taste it..."

I immediately put down my fork.

I'd been presumptuous. How could he possibly make breakfast for me?

This meal was all thanks to Chloe's presence.

Life had become so pathetic.

I turned and went into the bedroom, taking out the divorce agreement I'd prepared and handing it to him.

Xavier was busy with what he was doing and didn't even look:

"There's still soup simmering on the stove. I'll sign it later."

I stopped him:

"It's rather urgent. Sign it first—it won't delay you."

Xavier sighed and quickly signed it with a pen.

Suddenly remembering something, he asked casually as if it were an afterthought:

"Is this a new project you're negotiating? I want Chloe to join your team."

"Don't worry, she won't take any money. Just leave her name on it."

I put the document away.

Xavier's love for Chloe ran truly deep. He never forgot to ask for benefits for her.

Only this time, he was destined to be disappointed.

"This isn't a project. It's a divorce agreement."