Chapter 4

A month later when I returned to the country, I checked my phone to find Olivia hadn't sent a single message asking about me.

As soon as I opened the door, Emma ran over to hug me:

"Daddy, did you buy Emma's favorite dumplings?"

When she looked up and saw my face, her smile froze.

The arms hugging me jerked away as if electrified, her lips pursed in displeasure.

I deliberately asked her: "Where's the daddy who buys you dumplings?"

Emma rolled her eyes and ran into Olivia's arms.

"James, even jokes have limits. Don't forget, we're not officially married yet - you're still on probation."

Olivia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking at me as if granting a favor.

Good thing we never registered our marriage. Saved me a month-long cooling off period for divorce.

I headed straight for the master bedroom to pack my things, only to find half the gold bars missing from the safe.

And my custom tailored suits in the closet showed signs of being worn and washed.

The messy bed even had a few strands of another man's hair.

Disgusting!

"James, why didn't you buy me that limited edition handbag?"

Olivia barged in with her hands on her hips, pointing at my nose as she yelled:

"I order you to fly to Italy right now and line up to buy me that bag!"

When I loved her, I found her temper cute and endearing.

Now that I don't love her, she's just a shrew.

"Have your little lover buy it for you."

I picked up the hairs from the bed and flicked them at her nose in disgust:

"Olivia, aren't you afraid of catching something? You'll let any trash into our home."

A flash of guilt crossed her eyes.

But she quickly regained her haughty demeanor:

"What? You can't perform, so am I supposed to live as a widow forever?"

I had no interest in arguing further and picked up my suitcase to leave.

Olivia stepped in front of me, showing weakness for the first time:

"Don't be angry. I was away for a few days and my cousin stayed here with her boyfriend. The young ones got a bit carried away."

Olivia couldn't even be bothered to come up with a decent excuse.

"Come to the office tomorrow. The company can't function without you."

"Fine."

During my month abroad, besides medical treatment, I had been busy developing my own company.

To be safe, I made two plans.

The Wilson Group and my own company would share resources in contacts and talent, paving the way for my future.

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