Chapter 4

Due to my suddenly cold attitude, Melody hadn't returned to the racing team for several days.

On the sixth day of the new year, Melody was especially clingy, sticking to me like glue and refusing to leave my side.

Her expression showed no concern for tomorrow's race.

Even though her phone kept ringing, she ignored it completely.

Unable to reach her, Gunner called my phone directly.

As soon as I answered, I heard him demand righteously, "Where have you hidden Melody? Why won't you let her answer my calls?"

I let out a cold laugh, then immediately pressed the speaker button and placed the phone on the table in front of Melody.

Upon hearing Gunner's voice, Melody hastily hung up the call in a panic.

She anxiously tried to explain to me, "Gunner must be drunk. Don't pay any attention to him!"

"The weather's nice today. Why don't we go out shopping?"

Seeing that I agreed to her suggestion without any change in my expression, she turned her head and let out a sigh of relief.

She thought she had hidden her emotions well, but little did she know I had already seen through her.

As soon as Melody drove out of the neighborhood, I noticed a car following behind us.

Clearly, Melody had also spotted that car, as she kept glancing at the rearview mirror. The car pulled into the underground parking garage, and Melody said to me, "Honey, you go up first. I think there might be an issue with the rear wheel. I'll check it out."

I nodded quietly in response.

As I stood in front of the elevator, I suddenly noticed the car that had been following closely behind us also appeared here, with a jarringly loud screech of brakes.

The car stopped in front of Melody, and Gunner, who got out of it, pulled Melody into his arms.

A passionate kiss followed, and the two of them, unable to contain themselves, climbed into Gunner's car.

Witnessing this scene, I smiled bitterly, my heart bleeding with pain.

Pretending as if nothing had happened, I went to the coffee shop where Melody and I had agreed to meet.

That day, she didn't show up until the mall closed.

It wasn't until dark that I received a text message from her.

[Honey, I will have a race tomorrow, so I'm heading back to the team. I know you'll understand.]

I laughed at myself mockingly, then opened the message I had received this morning. It read, [Will you regret leaving?]

At that moment, I replied: [I won't regret it. Make sure to pick me up on time tomorrow.]

On the seventh day of the year, it was Melody's second racing competition of the year.

Early in the morning, she sent a message to me, her mysterious coach, asking if I had any advice. I replied, "Wishing you victory," then immediately turned off my phone and exited the racing team's work group chat.

As I placed the pre-printed divorce papers and that file folder Gunner used to provoke me on the coffee table, I suddenly found myself uncontrollably imagining how Melody would react upon seeing them.

Just as I opened the door, dragging my luggage, a tall figure stood in the doorway. "Long time no see!"

I was momentarily stunned before responding, "Vivienne, I didn't expect you'd come to pick me up personally."

Vivienne pressed her entire body against mine, teasingly lifting my chin. "It's not too late to regret it now. If you come abroad with me, I won't let you go easily."

I removed her hand. "President Carlisle, you made me wait for long today."

This Vivienne was my college classmate.

She's also a renowned investment executive overseas, known for her ruthless decisiveness in the business world.

She smiled. "Let's go, the car's parked downstairs."

Forty minutes later, just as I entered the airport, I happened to catch the news of Melody winning her race broadcasted on the large screen in the waiting area.

Melody on the TV screen was radiant, her face brimming with the joy of securing the championship. I glanced sideways, acting as if nothing had happened as I continued boarding the plane.

Just then, my phone rang with a call from Melody.

I stared at her name flashing on the screen, hit the reject button, and promptly removed the SIM card. I tossed it into the trash along with my wedding ring.

Without looking back, I boarded the plane that would take me away from this city.

Eight years of knowing each other, five years of marriage - ended just like that.