Chapter 2

A year ago, Leo, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly reappeared.

Unlike before, his still handsome face now had a sickly pallor.

After learning that he had cancer, Zoe began to devote her entire heart to him.

Every day after work, she would go to the hospital to take care of him.

I, who was already insignificant in her eyes, became completely invisible to her now.

Occasionally, I would call Zoe to come home for dinner, only to be met with her cold rebuke.

"All you think about is these trivial matters. Do you know how much Leo is suffering alone in the hospital?"

"Honestly, why couldn't it have been you who got this disease? It's a waste for Leo to suffer like this."

Before I could answer, she would hang up.

Sometimes, even Zoe's gaze towards me carried a hint of resentment.

Perhaps she hated me for agreeing to Grandpa Pei's marriage arrangement back then, hated me for driving Leo away.

But no matter what she thought of me, it no longer mattered.

Because, just as she wished, I had been diagnosed with bone cancer six months ago.

I had been hiding it from Zoe, afraid she would think I was trying to gain her sympathy by appearing weak.

Ironically, even God seemed to think I was redundant.

In these six months, my condition had rapidly deteriorated. The chemotherapy that was once a month became twice a month or even more frequent.

The pain that seeped into my bones tortured me constantly.

But I still persevered. I wanted to live a little longer, to see my moon once more.

Until that day, right after chemotherapy, trembling in pain on the hospital bed, I saw Leo's social media post.

"Thank you to my angel for bringing me a little angel when I needed companionship the most."

Accompanied by a sweet photo of the two of them.

At that moment, I only heard a boom in my mind, my heart feeling like it was being wrenched.

Even the lingering pain from the chemotherapy couldn't compare to the pain in my heart at that moment.

The girl I had loved for over ten years, my wife of five years.

She was having a child for another man. Nothing could be more heartbreaking than this.

I knew it was time to let go. I drafted the divorce agreement.

Zoe rarely came home these days, and I wouldn't pretend to be pitiful to trick her into coming back.

So, I chose our wedding anniversary as a reason to ask her to come home.

To tell her about the divorce decision, and also to tell her that my time was running out.

I didn't expect that I had underestimated Zoe's indifference and overestimated my position in her heart.

I cleaned up the dining table, went back to the bedroom to pack my meager belongings, and left with nothing.

I had entered the Pei family with nothing, and now leaving, I naturally couldn't take anything with me.

Thinking about how I had spent my entire life seeking a proper home.

Now, as I was about to die, I realized that being clean and unencumbered was quite good too.

After doing all this, I left the house keys along with a copy of the divorce agreement on the dining table.

I sent Zoe a message.

"The divorce agreement is on the table. I'm making room for you two."

Then I turned off my phone, closed the door, and left without looking back.