Serena tried to placate Chasel and patted his shoulder.

Serena took out a divorce petition from her bag and showed it to me.

She raised a sweet smile.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Serena. Chasel and I are childhood sweethearts."

"We've discussed before we came here. We are grateful for your kindness in attending his mom over the past few years. He would like to transfer all the shares in the company to you, plus a villa on Maple Street and 5 million dollars in cash, as long as you agree to go to the court."

Childhood sweethearts?

I suddenly understood something and burst into laugh.

We've been through meeting, love and marriage. I never found Chasel having any childhood sweetheart, let alone hear him mention someone.

Her name didn't even appear on the wedding invitation, but now she stood in front of me and said they were the true love.

I felt ridiculous and slowly calmed down.

I was sure that something had happened to Chasel, and he wanted to conceal it from me.

"Chasel, can we have a talk?"

He had his back towards me, without even turning his head, and spoke in a stiff voice as he had made a draft beforehand, "There's no need. It's a good deal for you if you to get divorced, you'll be better off than you are now."

I intended to grab him, but Serena blocked my way.

"Ms. Ellison, whatever you want to say, you can talk to me."

"Chasel doesn't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

I looked at Serena.

I had to admit that she was much prettier than me.

With well-endowed features and perfect makeup, wearing a costly suit, she was outstanding both in appearance and temperament.

But there were no distracting thoughts in her eyes. And they didn't behave like a couple in love.

"How much did Chasel pay to hire you?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Serena's face, but it quickly disappeared.

She smiled, appearing appealing and proud.

"You misunderstood. We are really childhood sweethearts. Anna has always been against us being together, that's why Chasel married you. People around him were afraid that mentioning me would make him sad, so they never did that."

"The person he loved all along was me. He doesn't dare to face you because he feels guilty about it."

"But guilty don't equal to love."

"Ms. Ellison, you have to think twice. We are willing to compensate you now because we feel guilty."

"We don't want to deceive you anymore."

"If you have any objections to the division of property, you can raise up. We are willing to do our best to compensate you for your efforts over the past years."

Hearing such a long string of words, I restrained myself and questioned Chasel, "Is what she said true? You've been pretending to love me these years?"

"Yes. I want to live with Serena honorably from now on."

"You are lying."

I calmly tore up the divorce petition.

He didn't even dare to glance at me, and this left me unconvinced.

"Your acting was so poor. When you tell me the truth, I will go to the court with you."

Perhaps seeing that I was stubborn, Chasel took Serena and left without looking back.

Chasel didn't come back for three months.

During that period, I sent him countless messages and called him umpteen times, but there was no response.

I was anxious, guessing if he was really suffering from something or what.

I went to his company, but was told that Chasel was on a business trip.

I could call him successfully, but he never picked up.

Except for one. It was late at night.

A soft, sleepy female voice came from the phone, accompanied by the sound of a rubbing quilt.

I was in a panic and subconsciously hung up the phone.

It's Serena. Chasel was with Serena.

After this call, I sat at home for a whole night and forced myself to accept that perhaps Chasel and Serena were really childhood sweethearts.

Chasel had pretended for 11 years and he decided to drop the mask.

But why? Why should I step aside to make their love come true?

What about my love?

Chasel came back one day. He looked much thinner and had a stubbly beard, perhaps because of the tiring business trip. In a word, he became haggard.

I said fiercely, "I won't divorce with you unless I die."

Chasel was silent for a long time.

"Suit yourself."

I quarreled with Chasel frequently from then on.

Every time we quarreled or when he's not home, he would go to accompany Serena.

And every time he left, he would leave a divorce petition to me.

At first, I would throw the petitions into the trash. But gradually I numbly put them away.

He regularly posted updates about his traveling time with Serena on Instagram and introduced Serena to all his friends.

Even Joyce knew that Chasel was openly having an affair with Serena. He never mentioned me again as if I was erased from his world.

I punished myself by looking through his posts over and over again, spending every night in tears and self-deception.

During the two years, I constantly argued with Chasel.

To distract myself, I bought a cafe near the city hospital.

During the days when Chasel lived with Serena, I often sat alone by the window, staring at the traffic and the crowd.

Inevitably, I would often hear depressed cries in my cafe.

Most of the people who came here had relatives being treated in the nearby hospital.

It may be a minor illness or a major one. Some people felt depressed, some cried, some remained silent, and some celebrated being cured.

The business was not good. But I felt satisfied to provide people with a place to sit occasionally.

I hoped that if one day I was about to face death, I could also have a place to stay.

On the second day after moving into the rented house, Joyce appeared at my door.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw her pulling a suitcase alone.

She grinned brightly and knocked on my neighbor's door violently.

I called her name and the door unfortunately opened at the same time.

A man in a suit opened the door. Before I could see the man's face clearly, Joyce's hand hit the man's chest with the gesture of knocking on the door.

Joyce froze and I immediately stepped forward to pull her back.

"I'm so sorry. My friend knocked on the wrong door."

After saying that, I pulled Joyce to return to my house.

Joyce still stood in the hallway in the same gesture and raved, "Your neighbors are pretty nice, and that handsome guy's chest had good hand feel."

I covered her mouth with my hand in case the house wasn't soundproof.

I echoed in agreement, "Yes, that guy was much stronger than Chasel, who's rich but looks thin."

As soon as we sat down, she took out a small notebook and suggested that I help her check the division of the property, so as to protect my rights.

Joyce worked as a lawyer. She had seen many cases of divorce of wealthy people, so she also wanted to give me some advice.

I shook my head.

The divorce petition was handed over to the court, and Chasel should have arranged well long ago.

As soon as we granted the divorce decree in the courtroom, he transferred 5 million dollars into my account almost immediately.

That's why I moved out of my original house without waiting for Chasel to come back.

Joyce lamented that I agreed rashly, and it was too late now if the property was not appropriately divided.

"This is almost all his property, right? Did he keep some for himself?"

Joyce stayed here for nearly half a month in case I wavered to look for Chasel. Only when she found that I had indeed given up the idea did she go home with ease.

And I hadn't been to my store for nearly half a month.

I subconsciously clicked on Chasel's Instagram.

The latest update was still the picture of fingers clasped together.

This was abnormal. I felt inexplicably anxious.

Chasel used to post frequently. I couldn't help but suspect that he may have died.

So who was the person replacing Chasel now, and where was the real Chasel?