Chapter 3

I didn’t look at her shocked expression, and without even changing my clothes, I grabbed a random jacket.

I turned and left.

Susan came to pull me back, but I shook her off.

Maybe those two refusals had humiliated her, because her tension turned into anger.

“Ha, even a man is using the act-hard-to-get game. Michael, aren’t you disgusting?”

“You’re an orphan and you’re playing runaway from home? How childish.”

“I’m warning you. If you step one foot out that door today, don’t ever come back.”

I ignored her shouting and left without looking back.

But still...

I was a little sad.

Back then, Susan’s parents didn’t want her to marry far away.

So I followed Susan from my hometown, City J, to City H.

And over the years, I had been busy with business, and when I wasn’t working, I poured all my attention into Susan.

I really had no friends who could take me in, and that was exactly why Susan had been so reckless.

But I did have a friend who would travel thousands of miles for me.

When I got off the plane, Simon looked exhausted and windblown, with his hair messy.

He didn’t look at all like a rising business star.

After I told him what happened between Susan and me.

He patted my shoulder and drove me to a hotel.

Then he immediately went to prepare dinner for me.

When I woke up the next morning, Susan had sent me a message.

It was a photo of breakfast with most of it uneaten, along with a line of text.

[The food the maid made isn’t as good as yours.]

I turned off my phone and kept chatting with Simon.

Simon sighed.

“You really spoiled Susan too much over the years. It’s good to cool her off for a few days now.”

I wiped my mouth and folded my hands together.

“I don’t want this anymore. I want a divorce.”

Simon’s expression turned serious.

“Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

I had once fought with Susan and said I wanted a divorce, only to regret it the very next day.

With that kind of history, it made sense that Simon wasn’t reassured.

Just as I was about to speak, my phone rang.