Chapter 2

That night, I slept restlessly.

My dreams were filled with fragments of the past.

David and I had an arranged marriage, but we surprisingly got along well.

I had hesitated about this relationship at first.

My parents respected my opinion and also advised me to think carefully.

It was David who knelt before me and swore to heaven.

"Brenna, I will never betray you in this lifetime!"

"I'm different from them! I will definitely treat you well!"

"You'll be the only one by my side!"

The vows in my ears seemed like yesterday, but they had long since become a joke.

When Marta's eyes turned red with her timid expression.

I saw the tenderness in David's eyes.

The special treatment that once belonged only to me, he gave to another woman.

I questioned David through my tears, even slapping him several times.

But all I got in return was his response.

"Brenna, everyone is like this!"

"Besides, I haven't even cheated!"

I broke down. I stopped eating and drinking, even developed self-harming tendencies.

That midnight, when David woke up, he saw me standing by the window with one foot almost stepping out.

David cried right then and there. He held me tight, dragged me to the sofa.

Then he knelt on the ground, slapping himself over and over.

"Brenna, I'll never say such awful things again."

"I'll make Marta leave. I'll never let her appear in front of you again for the rest of my life."

Seeing David like that, my heart softened.

Later, things between us seemed to return to how they were before.

But something was wrong with my heart.

It grew more and more numb, colder and colder, until it became completely desolate.

Maybe I should have divorced him then, but I became pregnant.

With the child that David and I had hoped for three years.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside.

I came to the living room and saw the table already filled with my favorite desserts.

David was looking at me with an ingratiating expression.

"Brenna, you must be starving, right?"

"These are your favorites."

"Eat something quickly."

David's demeanor was natural, as if yesterday's events had never happened.

He even pulled out a chair for me and got the utensils ready.

I sat down silently and started eating.

My body desperately needed nutrition right now, and I was too tired to argue.

Seeing me finish eating, David also relaxed.

He thought yesterday's incident was already behind us.

"Brenna, I have to go on a business trip for a while. Take good care of yourself at home."

I nodded calmly.

"When you come back, we'll go through the divorce procedures."

David's face changed instantly.

The cup beside him was smashed violently on the floor.

His tone was filled with obvious humiliation and anger.

"Brenna, I've already compromised. What more do you want? Why have you become so aggressive?"

"Brenna, let me tell you, I will never divorce you!"

Looking at David's ferocious expression, my heart was surprisingly calm.

The old Brenna would probably have already been crying with grievance.

Back then, she loved David.

Couldn't bear to let him go. Even though his heart had already strayed from Brenna, she would rather torment herself to death than give him another chance.

But now, I didn't want him anymore.

"David, I'm leaving. I'm making room for your Marta. Why are you angry? I'm doing you a favor."

David became even more furious.

"Brenna! Don't be so unreasonable! I told you yesterday was the last time. I did what you asked—fired her, and won't see her again. What more do you want from me?"

"Besides, I never even cheated in the first place! What do you want? I love you, only you, just you!"

I laughed. At David's shamelessness.

"David. Do you really think I'm an idiot? You came back so late yesterday, with that hickey on your neck, that perfume on your clothes. And now this sudden business trip."

"David, honestly, you're pretty shameless."

The room fell silent instantly.

David's chest heaved, his face alternating between green and white.

I ignored him and walked straight out the door.

David probably forgot that when he knelt down and begged repeatedly to marry me, he had signed a divorce agreement.

If he ever betrayed me, I could leave him at any time.

Now, this divorce agreement was his retribution!