Chapter 2

"Lewis, I really don't mind. After all, Miranda is your wife."

I forcefully slapped the phone out of his hand. "I need to sleep!"

Lewis froze. "You weren't asleep? I thought..."

Suddenly, Natalie shrieked through the phone, her voice choked with sobs:

"Lewis! Why did the screen suddenly go black? I'm so scared..."

The words had barely left her mouth before Lewis had already turned and bolted for the door.

"There's an emergency with the brand. I have to go now."

The door slammed shut.

In the darkness, a sharp pain pierced my chest.

Three years of dating, five years of marriage, and I had no idea how we'd ended up here.

In the years we spent building our business, we had pulled countless all-nighters and weathered every Fashion Week, side by side.

The more successful the brand became, the more distant he grew.

We gradually ran out of things to say. Birthdays, Valentine's Day, our wedding anniversary… I no longer received any surprises.

I always comforted myself with the thought that we were an old married couple. Who needed romance?

Until Natalie showed up.

This new assistant was brilliant and capable. She was eloquent in meetings, navigated business dinners with ease, and could effortlessly charm even the most demanding executives from the luxury conglomerates.

The way Lewis looked at her held a passion I hadn't seen in years. She was exceptional in every way, but she was too proud, refusing to be his possession.

But the more unattainable she was, the more captivated Lewis became.

Their latest fight was simply because Natalie had accepted a ride from a male colleague.

As I was tossing and turning, my phone screen suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, it was a message from Natalie.

In the photo, Lewis had changed into silk pajamas and was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, leisurely sipping wine.

"Miranda, Lewis is home now. You can rest easy."

I certainly felt relieved, and even found the situation absurd.

I remember when I first suspected something was going on between them, I confronted Natalie.

At the time, she looked at me with impatience and said:

"Miranda, I've been rejecting him this whole time. This is troubling for me too. Can't you control your own husband?"

The very next day, Lewis flew into a rage at me:

"Natalie helps me so much at work. I was just giving her some gifts to show my appreciation. By making a scene at the office, are you trying to ruin her career?"

See? They were both so innocent, and I was the only one making baseless accusations.

Later, as if to prove something to me, Natalie began her meticulous "reports."On her birthday, Lewis specially invited a French pastry chef to make a cake on-site, and the entire company was given the day off just to celebrate with her.

That Valentine's Day night, a thousand drones sketched her profile in the Manhattan night sky, ultimately transforming into a pink meteor shower.

Even on her work anniversary, he had a custom Tiffany diamond brooch made for her and personally pinned it on her during the morning meeting...

With all these flamboyant romantic gestures, why would she even need to tell me?

Everyone in the company, from top to bottom—who didn't know? Who wasn't aware?

When I didn't reply for a long time, she had the audacity to send a video call request.

I used to hang up in a panic, but now, I found that it didn't matter anymore.

The moment the video call connected, a flicker of surprise crossed her face before she plastered on a fake smile and turned the camera toward Lewis on the sofa.

His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be half-asleep.

"Lewis is exhausted, so he's just resting on the sofa." She lowered her voice, intentionally explaining to the camera, "I'll be sleeping in the bedroom. Don't worry, Miranda, I'm not that kind of girl."

The words had barely left her mouth when Lewis suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Natalie, just say yes to me. The moment you nod, I'll divorce Miranda immediately. I've long since grown weary of her.”