Chapter 2

I left the company I had worked at for years.

I had six hundred dollars in my pocket.

On the way back, I bought another strawberry tower, hoping it would make Logan happy.

"Babe, I bought another strawberry tower. It looks perfect. Come check it out, okay?"

Ten minutes later, Logan opened the door. Seeing the pristine cake, he finally let me in.

"Why are you holding a cardboard box?"

I forced a bitter smile. "I got fired."

Logan's face instantly hardened. "Then you better find a new job tomorrow. Otherwise, I'm breaking up with you. A woman without a job isn't a modern, independent woman. I despise parasites!"

I nodded and smiled. "I know. I'll work hard to find a job."

Logan happily took the strawberry tower to the dining table. He had set it up beautifully—it looked completely out of place in this cheap, cramped rental.

"Get the camera out. Take some good photos of me."

I had saved up for three months to buy that camera.

Only because Logan said that brand took the best photos.

As long as it was Logan's wish, I did everything to make it happen.

Half an hour later, I handed the camera to Logan to check the photos.

Logan’s face darkened instantly. In a fit of rage, he smashed the camera onto the floor. "What garbage is this?! I'm so handsome, but you made me look like a short, broke loser!"

Looking at the shattered lens, my heart ached.

Logan screamed. "You didn't even try! I told you to take photography classes, but you refused! Money, money, money—that's all you care about! You have no taste, no ambition!"

I spoke up carefully. "Actually, you look great. You're just too hard on yourself."

Logan pulled out his phone. "Look at this! Other people's photos look so high-class. How can I lose to them?"

Logan had completely lost his mind. He pointed at the door. "Get out!"

I opened my mouth, but before I could defend myself, Logan put on his slippers and walked toward the door. "If you won't leave, I will! I'll just freeze to death outside. I'm sick of you anyway!"

I quickly grabbed him, picked up the broken camera, and stepped out. "Don't be mad. I'll watch some tutorials online tomorrow. I promise I'll do better."

Logan slammed the door in my face.

I was locked out of his world.

It was the dead of winter. The temperature at night was below freezing.

I was wearing only a light jacket, shivering uncontrollably.

I opened my phone and went to Instagram. I saw Logan's latest post.

It was a selfie of him posing with the strawberry tower.

His caption read: "Even when you're alone, life still needs a little romance."

I was used to it. Logan never posted about me.

In his mind, I was someone he was embarrassed to show off.

So, even though we had been together for five years, nobody knew.