Chapter 4
Women’s intuition is scary accurate.
Before sunset, Ryan who’d been MIA for a week suddenly came home.
Either he thought I was blind, deaf, and had no sense of smell, or he was just getting cocky.
His neck was covered in obvious hickeys from their passionate encounters.
—
He reeked of women’s perfume the same scent Jade had worn this morning.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But with a new flame, the old love becomes as insignificant as a squashed mosquito on the wall.
The moment Ryan got home, he started picking fights. Somehow the argument turned to my job.
“I heard you quit work?”
I hadn’t told him about quitting and my biological father- I’d wanted it to be a surprise.
Wonder where he heard that from. Though the answer was obvious.
I let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I’m unemployed now with no income. Who knows where all your money’s going these days. I’m just surviving on rental income.”
Caught off guard, Ryan flew into a rage.
He swept his arm across the table, sending our elegant dinner crashing to the floor.
“Claire, what’s with the attitude? Are you implying I’m not giving you money? What rental income? Pay the damn rent for this place first.”
He threw two thousand dollars at my feet.
I crouched down picking up the bills one by one, finally unable to hold back my tears.
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Through my tears, I saw the mess on the floor and Ryan’s cold, impatient face.
That moment, my heart died completely.
“Ryan, today you’re throwing plates. What’s next, beating your wife?”
I paused, finally voicing what I’d been holding back: “Clearly you don’t want this marriage
Let’s get divorced.”
more.
“Divorce? Claire, I’ve supported you all these years. Pay me back first! I finally come home today and all you do is pick fights with me.”
With that, he stormed out.
I knew he wasn’t here to make peace – he’d come to confront me on Jade’s behalf.
Now that he’d vented his anger, he was probably running back to her.
Did he really think he could keep both his wife and mistress? Dream on, Ryan.
That night, the volume from downstairs reached new heights, mixed with Ryan’s deep groans. Were they deliberately taunting me?
Fed up, I messaged Jade again from my property manager account.
She was too caught up in the moment to be polite: “You don’t own this building. What I do in my apartment is none of your business!”
I had to laugh. This building? It actually was mine.
Jade, you’re just the other woman.
Ryan, you’re just a faithless dog
I had plenty of ways to make your lives miserable.
The game was just beginning.
