Chapter 2

Chloe's family had expected me to make a scene.

My reaction, however, completely took them by surprise.

Especially Chloe, who for a moment wondered if she'd misheard me.

I looked at her astonished expression and asked, "Anything else you want to say? No? Then I'm leaving."

Seeing no one spoke, I picked up my jacket from the back of my chair and turned to leave.

Before I walked out, I told her.

"Actually, for these past three years, my love for you never changed."

"At least, not until just now."

Megan scoffed, "What good is your love? Can it put food on the table?"

"If you're talking about being compliant and obedient, a servant could do that too."

I didn't bother to reply, turning and walking away.

Chloe wanted to say something, but in the end, she just let out a soft sigh.

After getting home, I started packing.

I neatly organized all my belongings into boxes.

Just as I opened the door, I saw Chloe standing there.

She calmly asked me, "Can you sit down and talk with me? Will it take too much of your time?"

I said it was fine and turned to sit on the couch.

The atmosphere was tense.

She asked me a lot about my future plans.

Like how I intended to live after the divorce, where I'd stay, and about work.

"Liam, I can keep a position for you at the company."

"Just like before, you wouldn't need to do anything, just get your salary at the end of the month."

"But I can't guarantee a very high base pay."

I looked at her calmly. "Are you doing this out of guilt?"

"Forget it. I'm afraid your family would cause trouble for me if they found out."

Chloe's face gradually turned cold.

She frowned, reminding me she was looking out for me and that I shouldn't worry about my pride.

"Pride? In these three years, when have you ever seen me care about pride?"

Looking back over three years, every time I visited her family, it was a bad experience.

It was either enduring their cold stares or being constantly mocked.

If it weren't for her, if I hadn't cared so much about her.

Who the hell would want to suffer through that?

"Then why don't you try to act better? Can you stop slacking off?"

"They all see how lazy and gluttonous you are!"

"Lazy and gluttonous" made me chuckle.

I asked her in return, "When we first met in college, what was your family doing?"

"If I recall correctly, it was just a small storefront on the street, right?"

"After we started dating, your family opened a chain of stores."

"The year we got engaged, you founded a company."

"On our wedding day, its market value was tens of millions."

"And now?"

Chloe, however, seemed utterly dismissive.

She casually raised an eyebrow and replied, "And then what? Are you going to repeat that nonsense from dinner?"

"Say you're a good luck charm? That our family only prospered because of you?"

"And just dismiss all our family's hard work over the years?"

"Please, Liam, don't flatter yourself."

I chuckled noncommittally. "Indeed, your family worked hard, but it just wasn't very effective, was it?"

"You!"

Chloe glared at me in annoyance.

But she quickly reined in her temper, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Someone like you doesn't deserve any sympathy."

She took a bank card from her purse, placed it on the coffee table, and told me, "There's fifty thousand dollars in here, for your companionship these past three years."

"You can sleep in the living room tonight. Tomorrow morning, after we divorce, you can leave."

After saying that, she went into the bedroom and locked the door.

Fifty thousand dollars to buy me out?

A smile was on my face, but my heart was bleeding.

When did she change?

And when did my worth become so cheap?