Chapter 3

Watching James's anxious retreating figure, my heart began to ache sharply.

I wanted to stop following him, but I couldn't control my soul from chasing after him.

He walked very quickly, running almost every red light along the way.

This was a side of him I had never seen before.

James had always been steady, but I didn't know - did he get this anxious every time he heard Claire was jumping off a building?

How many times had Claire tried to jump now?

I lowered my head in thought, realizing this was already the sixth time.

Yet James had never grown impatient with her antics. But when I asked him to stay with me a while when I was sick, he exploded in anger.

By the time I came back to my senses, I had already seen Claire.

She stood on the roof of the hospital, her expression vacant, tears in the corners of her eyes, like an abandoned child.

James ran up to the roof breathlessly, calling out to her cautiously: "Claire!"

"Why did you come? Wouldn't it be better to let me die?"

"I have nothing left, everything's been stolen by her."

"You promised you would marry me. Why did you lie?"

Claire saw James and her tears fell more violently. Her eyes gradually reddened, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

I clenched my fists, my heart unbearably sour.

He didn't just lie to you. The one who was deceived... was me too.

I was the one who married James. She was the one who smiled and gave her blessing after being rejected.

But later, she jumped off buildings again and again, went crazy again and again, and pulled James away from my side again and again.

She always said I stole her things.

But I didn't gain anything either, except for James.

And that was already in the past.

The James of now no longer belonged to me.

From beginning to end, the one who had nothing was me.