Chapter 1

My partner always brings me gifts after meeting her first love Oliver.

The more expensive the gift, the deeper their body contact .

In the past year, I received six limited edition Patek Philippe watches, eight sets of handmade suits, and fifty luxury neckties.

“Emma, I don't want any gifts anymore. Can you come and accompany me on this anniversary?”

When she nodded in agreement, I was as happy as a child.

However, she broke her promise that night.

The next day, I saw an Aston Martin key in the gift box she left behind.

The phone prompted the sound, and Oliver sent me a photo - a pregnancy test stick, which showed one month pregnant.

At that moment, I realized it was time to leave her.

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At 3am, I finally heard the sound of Emma's high heels.

"Noah, what's the issue now?"

Seeing me packing up, she impatiently asked me.

I didn't respond.

"Are you organizing things? A business trip?"

She didn't notice anything was wrong with me at all, as if she was still immersed in her own happiness.

When love fades, even if I were hanging myself, it would merely look like I'm swinging.

"It's not a business trip. It's leaving."

I replied to her without lifting my head.

Emma probably felt that I was still throwing tantrums as usual, so she patted my back like a child and said, "Don't do this, Noah.'. I know tonight is not good for me. It's really inconvenient for me to leave early at a friend's gathering. Can I make up for it on the weekend?"

"No need."

In the past, whenever she waved her hand, I would immediately run over like a dog.

This is my first time not receiving an olive branch thrown by Emma.

She was stunned. After a brief silence, she asked me, "Did Oliver message you?"

I didn't answer anything.

Emma realized she guessed correctly and covered her mouth with a light smile.

"Do you really mind that?"

"That's Oliver's prank picture after losing the bet. They thought it was very interesting, and I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so I followed them."

"Noah, you still love me too much. Can't you even tell that the picture is fake? "

I know her too well. She knew exactly why I was angry and jealous, but she kept testing my bottom line again and again.

From beginning to end, a man who constantly revolves around her - me, is just a tool for her to satisfy her vanity.

But now, I have no interest in arguing with her at all.

"Emma, let's part ways. I'm not joking."

Emma showed a hint of helplessness.

"I asked Oliver to apologize to you. Are you satisfied?"

After speaking, she messaged Oliver in front of me.

In previous arguments about Oliver Thompson, Emma had always told me not to be so petty and never to think that Oliver Thompson was at fault.

But as I pondered this, I caught a glimpse of her conversation with Oliver Thompson.

[I'm sorry, Emma, I was just joking. I didn't expect Noah to react so badly. I apologize now.]

Emma replied with a mischievous look :"[It's not your fault. Noah just can't take a joke.] "

I felt funny again.

She's just trying to smooth things over.

She still thinks Oliver Thompson is innocent.

My phone rang, and it was Oliver, but not an apology: "Bro, you can't help yourself, you have to admit your incompetence."

This kind of naked mockery has happened too many times.

Before, I might have complained and told Emma about Oliver Thompson's tricks, but now, I had no desire to do so.

Even if I did, Emma wouldn't believe me.

I nodded calmly. "It's late. I'm going to bed."

I turned and walked back to the bedroom.

"I'm with you."

What's unusual is that Emma wants to stay with me.

Her hand clasped my waist.

I pulled it open, closed the bedroom door and locked it before she came in.

Emma didn't push the door, but she grew impatient and knocked loudly.

"Noah, are you done?"

"Am I being too indulgent for all this drama over a photo? Open up! I'm warning you for the last time..."

Midway through, her phone rang.

Only then did she cease knocking, speaking softly to the caller.

Her tone was entirely different from before.

I didn't need to guess to know it was Oliver Thompson on the line.

As expected, she seemed to be taunting me, deliberately raising her voice, "Stay there, I'm coming to you. We're not heading home until we're completely intoxicated."

I knew she was trying to provoke me.

Previously, during our arguments, she'd claim I couldn't accept her and threaten to seek out Oliver Thompson.

Each time, I'd compromise and yield to her.

But now, I remained unmoved.

Soon, the door slammed shut with a thunderous sound.

I knew Emma was furious, but I didn't experience the panic I once did. Instead, it all seemed immature.

She dared to act this way because she believed I wouldn't actually end our relationship.

But she was mistaken.

Whether she agreed or not, we were finished.

After some time, I contacted my mentor overseas.

"Professor, I've made my decision. I want to join the research institute. Do you still have a position available?"