Chapter 3

Only then did I realize that the real reason Lily got into an argument with others that day was because Jake had accidentally spilled wine on the boss sitting opposite them while pouring. The boss said a few words to him, and Jake, unwilling to back down, started arguing with them.

Lily, in an attempt to stand up for her secretary, got into an argument with them, which led to what happened later.

In my ear, Dr. Lucas was still earnestly advising me not to make the same mistake again.

I waved my hand and said, "Don't worry, how could I possibly fall in the same place twice?"

However, the very next day, Lily knocked on my door.

A thirty-year-old body housing an eighteen-year-old soul made Lily look particularly strange. For example, an adult sucking on a strawberry-flavored lollipop while sitting on my couch, curiously examining the interior decor.

"Adrian, is this our home? It's so shabby and small. Didn't you say you'd buy me a villa when you made a lot of money?"

Lily jumped onto me, clinging to me like a koala.

My hand, which was making tea, paused. I said, "I did buy one, in Blue Bay Residences."

Lily bit her fingernail and said, "Oh, that house is yours? I thought it was Jake's."

I'm a doctor, and my income isn't as high as Lily's, but I still wanted to give Lily a home through my own efforts. I worked tirelessly and finally saved enough for a down payment.

On the day we moved into the new home, I carried Lily and spun her around in the living room. At that time, she held tightly onto my neck, saying she was the happiest woman in the world.

Later, she had an affair with Jake in that very house.

That day, I came home after a night shift to find Jake wearing my pajamas, lying on my pillow, holding Lily as they slept soundly.

All the blood in my body froze. It was almost by instinct that I yanked Jake up.

Lily let out a scream, kneeling on the ground begging for my forgiveness. She said she had drunk too much and couldn't remember anything.

In the end, I chose to believe Lily. I told her to replace Jake. She did, but not in bed.

After catching them together for what felt like the hundredth time, I filed for divorce. Lily agreed, and we quickly got our divorce papers.

I felt disgusted, so I didn't take anything with me when I left. Surprisingly, Jake didn't seem to mind, and the two of them continued living there for quite some time.

I didn't continue this topic and asked Lily why she had come.

Lily grinned and hugged my waist, saying, "You're my boyfriend. Of course, I should be wherever you are."

I pried her hands off and said flatly, "Didn't I tell you? We're already divorced."

Lily put her hands on her hips and said righteously, "The thirty-year-old Lily divorced you. What does that have to do with me, the eighteen-year-old Lily? I don't care. I just want to be with you. At worst, I'll pursue you all over again."

Actually, our relationship had been Lily's forceful pursuit. In high school, Lily was the school's star. Beautiful, from a well-off family, she was every boy's goddess.