Chapter 2

In the five years since our marriage, I had always put Saylor first in everything, and it had been a long time since I'd seen my old friends.

I immediately bought a plane ticket to Hong Kong to meet up with my buddies.

My friend Kevin immediately arranged a dinner when he received my call.

After a few drinks, everyone looked at me and said almost in unison: "We thought you forgot about us after getting married. Does Saylor know you're here?"

I took a couple sips of wine and smiled, replying: "You can call me anytime from now on. I don't need her permission anymore."

My phone screen kept flashing, with Saylor calling me over a dozen times.

After Ryan returned to the country, there were many times when Saylor didn't come home at night and I anxiously called her like this.

A few times when I angrily questioned why I could never reach her by phone, she impatiently replied, "Is the sky falling? It makes me sick every time I see you calling me repeatedly."

Now, she had become the one making me sick.

We partied until late at night. As we were about to leave, Saylor burst in, looking disheveled.

She pulled out a chair and sat down naturally beside me, snatching my wine glass and saying, "Even if you're in a bad mood, you shouldn't drown your sorrows in alcohol. Don't you know about your stomach problems?"

For a moment, I was dazed.

Her sudden show of concern made me very uncomfortable.

I raised my eyes to glance at her coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

My friends politely greeted her. She smiled in response and then tightly gripped my hand, saying softly, "You weren't answering my calls, so I had to come find you."

I shook her off with obvious displeasure and said coldly, "Saylor, I've already told you we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Please don't do these out-of-line things."

Seeing my resolute attitude, Saylor stared at me in shock. I directly pulled my friends away, walking past her.

Saylor ran out after us, shouting at my back, "Yannick, I've already come to make up with you. What more do you want me to do?"

"We're almost thirty years old. Can't you be more rational than disappearing over a marital spat?"

Saylor got straight into the car, following me back to Kevin's place.

In the car, she tried to talk to me again.

I directly rejected her. She became somewhat exasperated: "You've had enough of your tantrum and enough to drink. Will you come home with me?"

"I know you're jealous, but Ryan and I really are just friends. Why do you have to hurt yourself like this?"

I smiled and replied, "You misunderstand. I'm drinking because I'm happy to see my friends. It has nothing to do with anything else."

With that, I pushed Saylor away and went inside with Kevin.

No matter how much she knocked, I ignored her.

That night, I slept very soundly.