Chapter 1

Everyone said my girlfriend was a sugar baby, hooking up with some rich guy, but I always brushed it off.

Then, when I saw Anya get into that Range Rover for the fifth time, my certainty wavered. I followed her.

I nearly broke down, confronting her, my voice raw:

“Why? Who is he?!”

She tried to calm me.

“Babe, don’t overthink. He’s just a friend.”

I roared furiously:

“Just a friend? No way! I saw everything! How much longer were you planning to keep this from me?!”

Seeing my genuine anger, she took my hand, her voice barely a whisper:

“I’m sorry, babe. To be honest, you’re actually the other man.”

“You… I… this…”

I stared at Anya.

A moment ago, my gut was burning with rage.

Now, after holding it in for what felt like an eternity, I couldn't string a single word together.

Anya’s face was etched with apology:

“It’s okay, babe, you didn’t know. This is all on me. I should have been honest with you.”

I was still reeling from the shock she’d dropped on me.

I looked at Anya, my face a mask of disbelief.

The woman who was always so gentle with me, my Anya, was already someone else’s wife.

I loved her. I loved her so much.

My plan had been to propose the moment I graduated.

But now? What was this?

How could she be such a player?

Didn't that make me the one breaking up a family?

How could I ever accept that?

“Babe, please don’t be mad, okay?”

Anya’s voice came again, as soft and tender as always.

But right now, there was no way I could stay calm.

I stared at Anya, disbelief hardening my gaze:

“This isn’t just about being mad anymore.”

“I just graduated college, and I’m already the other man?”

“I’m not that kind of guy, so why am I being forced into it?”

“You manipulative jerk, we’re over!”

Anya visibly stiffened.

Her eyes turned red, and she pleaded, tears welling up:

“Babe, please don’t break up with me, okay?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“If you can’t accept this, then for you, I’ll divorce him.”

I was utterly speechless.

Was this even about divorce anymore?

My head was spinning, completely overwhelmed and confused by her.

My mind was a chaotic mess.

“Babe.”

Anya reached out, trying to come closer.

I quickly stepped back, avoiding her touch.

“Don’t come near me.”

“Just go. Let me calm down. You’ve messed me up so badly right now!”

Seeing my resolute stance, Anya didn’t press any further.

She picked up her bag. As she was about to leave, something seemed to strike her.

She pulled a bank card from her bag.

“Babe, this is a graduation gift I specially prepared for you.”

“There’s thirty million dollars on this card. Use it, and if it’s not enough, just tell me.”

I snatched the card, my hand trembling, and challenged her:

“What is this supposed to be?”

“Are you trying to buy me?”

Anya quickly explained:

“No, babe, please don’t think that.”

“I… I just want you to be happy.”

“And you’ve graduated now. You should start building a career. This thirty million might help you launch a business, or chase some dreams.”

Her explanation left me with no counter-argument.

“Babe, I’m going now. Please calm down. Don’t do anything reckless.”

Watching Anya leave.

I slammed the bank card against the door with all my might.

In that moment, I felt like my world was ending.