Chapter 4

Outside the window, someone was setting off fireworks, instantly reminding me of Valentine's Day.

The fireworks that day were just as beautiful as today's, but I had no heart to appreciate them.

Everyone outside was happily watching the fireworks, but I found it extremely noisy.

I covered myself with a blanket, forcing myself to sleep.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unknown number.

I hung up several times, but the caller persisted relentlessly.

Finally, I answered, and a man's voice came through the phone.

"Scarlett's drunk. I don't know where you live. Send me your address, and I'll take her home."

Nash's provocative voice came through the receiver.

Two drunk people, a man and a woman, alone late at night - just thinking about it made my head feel like it was about to explode.

I shouted into the phone, "Don't move," and said I'd be right there.

Rushing out of the hospital, I hailed a cab.

The whole way, I kept urging the driver to go faster. My anxious heart felt like it was about to jump out of my throat.

Finally, we arrived at the bar Nash had mentioned. I found their private room.

As I was about to push the door open, I overheard a group of people laughing and talking.

"Scarlett, you're so naughty. Tricking your husband to come here so late, seeing you and Nash cuddling - how do you think he'll handle it?" At that moment, a woman in the corner spoke up.

"It doesn't matter, he's just a wimp. I bet he'll be here within half an hour. If you lose, you'll have to drink."

The people inside burst into laughter.

The hand gripping the doorknob suddenly froze. In her heart, I was nothing but a wimp.

A sudden wave of nausea hit me, and I rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

After washing my face, I felt much better.

My phone suddenly lit up. The sales rep said the limited edition bag I ordered had arrived and was ready for pickup.

Scarlett had been eyeing a limited edition bag recently, and I'd been saving up for a long time to finally afford it.

I had planned to give it to her as a Valentine's Day gift, but now it seemed unnecessary.

I immediately canceled the order.

That bag was really expensive, costing nearly half a year's worth of my living expenses. Scarlett didn't deserve such kindness from me.

Leaving the bar, I felt a mess inside and walked to the riverside to catch some fresh air.

This was a spot Scarlett and I used to visit often when we first started dating. Back then, we didn't have much money, so this was our go-to date spot.

She was so pure and kind-hearted then. How did she become like this?

After the breeze, I felt much better.

My phone rang again, with Scarlett's face flashing incessantly on the screen.In the past, I would have answered instantly, but now I'm tired.

Knowing her as I do, her patience lasts only a minute. After hanging up this time, she probably won't call again.

I never expected her to keep calling. On the 99th try, I finally picked up.

Before I could speak, her furious scolding came through the phone.

"Where the hell have you been? Why didn't you come pick me up? Do you have any idea? I bet someone you'd be here in half an hour, and it's been two hours now! Where were you?! You've embarrassed me to death! What good are you?"

I listened silently as she berated me. Finally, after a few minutes, she ran out of steam and stopped.

"If I'm so useless, then you should find another man. Scarlett, let's get divorced."