Chapter 2

"Why does there always have to be a third person between us? Why do you always take Granger's side?"

I clenched my fists, finally unable to hold back the question.

"You've lost patience with me after just three years of marriage?"

Callie raised an eyebrow. "Granger has severe depression and we grew up together. I help when I can."

"You don't need to be angry about this."

"Hurry up and wash your face, then come with me to the courthouse to get divorced."

She still refused to tell the truth or take my side for once, instead rushing into the bedroom to grab our marriage certificate.

I used to be able to laugh bitterly at this.

Now I feel as numb as a stone.

At the courthouse.

As memories of the past flashed by, a ripple stirred in my deadened heart, and I asked Callie, "Do you remember what we said when we got married?"

"Huh? I don't remember! Hurry up and go in, don't waste time, the courthouse is about to close."

Callie was dismissive, only focused on rushing me.

Seeing her so determined and eager, my heart sank to the bottom once again, and I swallowed the words that had come to my lips.

It's not like we haven't had big fights before, or that I haven't poured my heart out, but none of it ever changed anything.

So, there's no need to say more.

When we first met, she said: "You're like a block of wood."When in love, she said: "Holding your hand feels like cradling all the world's tenderness."

At their wedding, she vowed: "In this vast world, you are my only home; with love as my pen and time as my canvas, I'll never speak of parting for the rest of our days."

All those loving gazes.

All those heartwarming words.

In the end, they all transformed into a single green divorce certificate.

Callie.

Marriage couldn't tether your heart.

We're done.

When I got home, Granger had just woken up, lounging on the couch like a king, seemingly drunk and disoriented.

Only I knew he was faking it.

"Soren, I'm going to remove my makeup."

"Help Granger wash his feet, get him to bed, and let him rest properly."

Callie barked orders at me, never calling me 'husband' in front of Granger.

The reason? To avoid upsetting Granger.

"Soren, you're back so early this time?"

Granger looked surprised to see me, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes.

"At Felicity's request, I divorced Callie."

I deliberately told the truth.

As expected, Granger's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, but he quickly composed himself.

"Soren.I've discovered that Felicity keeps all the company's confidential files in a safe at her home. Do you think you could find a way to get them out and expose them?"

"That way, we wouldn't have to be under anyone's thumb anymore."

"You've been there so many times, you must know the layout by now."

His schemes were clicking away like an abacus, using me like a puppet.

"Two years ago, you caused the rift between Felicity and me. Now you're trying the same old trick?"

I seized the opportunity to confront him.

"What do you mean I caused anything? I don't understand."

Granger feigned confusion.

"I'm tired of watching you play depressed and dumb every day."

I let out a cold laugh.

Granger hesitated for a few seconds, then his lips curled into a challenging smirk. He gloated, "So what if I did? You have no proof, and Felicity is convinced you're the culprit."

"Besides, Callie trusts me completely and often speaks ill of you."

"You're boring and uninteresting, not to mention impotent."

"You compromise and put up with things, you're a coward."

"In Callie's heart, I'm number one, and you're second fiddle."

The more he spoke, the more mocking his tone became.

My fists clenched so tight they creaked, and I wanted nothing more than to smash Granger's face in.

But before I could, Callie came out of the bedroom."Didn't I tell you to help Granger wash his feet?"

She asked with a frown.