Chapter 5

The night before I left, I don’t know what Damon Thorne said to Seraphina Sterling, but to appease him, she not only transferred the title of our marital home to Damon.

She also spent a fortune buying a star, naming it “Damon” and proclaiming it to the world.

Damon Thorne ostentatiously flaunted their love on Ins.

“Some people schemed to get this position, then made my original partner’s heart condition flare up, forcing me to recuperate abroad for years. Only now do I have the chance to return and find my true love. Fortunately, what’s mine, he can never steal.”

Below, the comments were filled with sympathy for him and insults directed at me.

I vaguely recalled the earliest days, when Seraphina Sterling’s legs were still immobile.

She felt bad for me, carrying her to and from bed every day, always gritting her teeth late at night, repeatedly falling from her wheelchair, then climbing back up, silently practicing how to move on her own.

She would ask me to go to the garden every morning to pick the freshest, dew-kissed rose for her, placing it by her bedside.

The time I had a fever, she was frantic, trying to pour herself water, but she accidentally fell from her wheelchair, hitting her forehead and drawing blood.

But as soon as her legs healed, all that tenderness vanished like smoke.

I understood now. In this decaying relationship, dwelling on the past was meaningless.

Under his Ins post, I calmly left a comment: “May your unwavering love last until old age.”

Minutes later, Seraphina Sterling’s call came through.

“Caleb Knight! Why would you do that? You know Damon has a heart condition, and you still provoke him! Is your heart made of stone?”

On the other end, Damon Thorne weakly coughed. “Seraphina, don’t blame him. I shouldn’t have made our love public, after all, the position of Mrs. Sterling is still his, I understand…”

I said nothing, just hung up and blocked her number.

The day I left, Grandpa Sterling insisted on seeing me off. “Chloe is still your child, aren’t you going to see her off tomorrow for the last time?”

My heart ached again.

“Grandpa, the memories would be too much to bear. Let Chloe rest in peace in her favorite garden.”

Grandpa Sterling held my hand, his eyes red, filled with guilt and reluctance.

Just then, Seraphina Sterling returned.

Seeing my luggage by my feet, a mocking sneer played on her lips.

“Caleb Knight, what stunt are you pulling now?”

“What, your last act of kidnapping our daughter was exposed, so you’ve got a new trick?”

I couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. I picked up my suitcase and turned, intending to walk past her.

But my silence seemed to infuriate her. She took a few steps forward, snatched the suitcase from my hand, and snapped:

“Did I say you could leave? Where do you think you’re going?”

She pulled too hard, and the old suitcase burst open, spilling its contents onto the floor.

Seraphina Sterling’s gaze fixed on the scattered letters, her face stiffening.

She was all too familiar with the style of those envelopes.

“Aren’t these the letters Damon wrote to me!” Seraphina Sterling carefully began picking up the letters.

She looked up, her bloodshot eyes glaring at me. “Caleb Knight! What were you trying to do by stealing them? Destroy them to get revenge on Damon and me?”

“How can your methods be so despicable!”

Seraphina Sterling had always believed that Damon Thorne had secretly written those letters to her while he was abroad.

But those letters were anonymous notes I had written to encourage her.

Now, I no longer wanted to explain.

“You scoundrel!” Grandpa Sterling trembled with rage, pointing at her nose. “Don’t you know, those letters were…”

His words were cut off by Seraphina Sterling’s phone ringing. She haphazardly stuffed the letters into her arms, stood up, and impatiently told Grandpa Sterling, “Alright, Damon’s not feeling well and needs me. I’m leaving.”

She walked up to me, looking down, and dropped a warning: “Caleb Knight, you’d better watch yourself.”

“You stop right there!” Grandpa Sterling was furious, but Seraphina Sterling disappeared out the door without a backward glance.

I silently knelt, picking up the scattered items one by one and putting them back into the suitcase, as if I were not the one who had just been humiliated.

Grandpa Sterling sighed deeply and handed me a signed divorce agreement.

“Caleb, you’re free.”

I quietly took off my wedding ring and tossed it into the trash can.

Then, holding my sister’s urn, I got into the car headed for the airport.

“Lily, it’s all over. Brother will take you to see the world.”

After Seraphina Sterling soothed Damon Thorne, she went straight to a club and partied all night.