I sat in the living room all night, but Helena didn't come back.

As I reflected on the years with Helena, I couldn't find a single moment that seemed warm and sweet.

Because there was always Beckett between us.

On the day we first started dating, I watched her walk towards me with her exquisite makeup, and at that moment, I felt like my world had brightened.

I had booked a nice restaurant, hoping to take our relationship to the next level.

But I couldn't compete with Beckett's phone call. I heard him on the other end, coaxing Helena plaintively, "I know I'm bothering you, but I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable with my heart. Can you come check on me?"

Helena looked at me, somewhat reluctant.

How could I bear to see my goddess frown because of my misunderstanding? I suppressed my bitterness and pretended to be generous, saying, "You should go. Don't let his condition worsen."

After that day, Helena started to arrange more meetings with me.

Thinking back, my heart was filled with bitterness.

I tidied up myself and went to work, thinking that even though the wedding was ruined, I couldn't just lose my job.

On the day of the wedding, many colleagues were there. When they saw me in the company, they looked awkward.

Some colleagues who were close to me tried to comfort me but their hesitate, only made me seem even more pitiful.

To be honest, the atmosphere there was stifling, and it was really getting to me.

I applied to be reassigned abroad, and when I spoke to my boss, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Have you really thought this through? I've always had high hopes for you, but you've been hesitant to go anywhere because of your girlfriend. Have you changed your mind now?"

"Yes. Thank you, sir," I replied, nodding my head.

My boss approved my transfer request quickly. I got through the necessary procedures and started preparing to take on the new project, all the while thinking about how I could divorce Helena as soon as possible.

When I checked my phone, I found there were no messages from Helena.

But Beckett had posted on social media about the two of them enjoying a dinner together.

I let out a cold laugh, tossed my phone onto the bed, and began packing my things.

Actually, our marriage was the result of a huge argument. After the argument, she agreed to get married to appease me. I remembered I was smiling but end up crying, thinking that I had finally married her after all these years.

She told me then, "I know you've been through a lot, but we can't be petty with a patient, right? Let's get married first, okay?"

I was overjoyed to marry her that day, but little did I know, it was all part of her carefully calculated plan.

Three days after Helena went missing, she showed up.

She looked at me and asked, "Marques, I heard you're sent abroad by the company. When do you leave?"

"In two months. Why?" I replied, my face expressionless. She still carried herself with an air of superiority, as if she weren't the one who ran away from the wedding.

I looked at her and asked, "Helena, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

"What's there to explain? I love Beckett, and I always have. You knew that. The only reason he didn't marry me sooner was because of his illness. But you saw it yourself that day. He was willing to ruin our wedding for me, so I'll love him forever."

As I looked at Helena, who showed no trace of guilt, my heart ached. Fighting back the bitterness, I asked, "Then what do I mean to you?"

"Marques, you need to understand that I was the campus queen. Just being with you all these years was a huge sacrifice for me. But you treated me well, so why can't we part ways peacefully? I'll sign the divorce papers, but I want this house."

Staring at her shameless expression, I asked, "You know this house was left to me by my grandfather."

"If you don't want to give me the house, then fine. This area is about to undergo redevelopment and will increase in value. Just give me half of what it's worth in cash." Helena demanded shamelessly.

I stared at her in disbelief. "Helena, what if I refuse?"

"Then we'll see each other in court. This house is considered marital property now. Do you really think you can keep it from me?" She paused.

But I caught her muttering, "If it weren't for the fact that you had a house here, do you think I would've been with you?"

I grabbed something nearby and threw it at her feet. "Helena, get out. Just get out!"

Startled, Helena screamed but then asked me, "Marques, are you going to kill me now?" she yelled, making a scene.

I watched her pretentious act with indifference.

Finally, she grew tired and left with somewhat fear. Before leaving, she added, "You'd better give what I want, or I won't go easy on you."

Seeing her despicable behavior, I couldn't believe I had once loved someone like her.

That night, I held the divorce papers and cried out for the stubborn young man who had once loved Helena and for the pathetic man I had become.

The next morning, I saw another post from Beckett on social media: [The unloved always end up as a joke.]