The hospital had limited space, so I was informed that I should take my mother-in-law's body back.

I still couldn't get through to Nathan, so I handled my mother-in-law's funeral alone and chose a good graveyard for her with fatigue.

After three sleepless days, I finally managed to finish everything.

I printed out a divorce agreement and curled up on the sofa, waiting for Nathan to come back. I had just fallen asleep when I heard the sound of the door being unlocked outside.

Nathan was back.

As soon as he walked in, he smelled of strong perfume.

"Jen, cook me some spaghetti. I'm hungry."

Nathan habitually left an order before he took off his coat and went to take a shower.

He always liked to order me around like this.

Considering that he was busy at work, I often helped him with whatever he needed.

But I didn't move this time.

When he finished his shower and came out wrapped in a bath towel, he immediately frowned after a subconscious glance at the empty dining table.

"Jane Fenn, where's the spaghetti?"

I knew he was going to get mad whenever he called me by my full name.

I used to believe that a harmonious relationship required some compromises even if I had to sacrifice myself.

That was why he had become the way he was now.

But now I was tired.

"Go make what you want to eat yourself. I don't have the energy."

I could hear my voice was frigid and emotionless.

Nathan was stunned, looking at me silently in his bathrobe.

I slightly propped myself up and picked up the divorce agreement from the coffee table.

"It's been three days. You should have read my message. Sign it when you have time, and we'll go through the divorce procedures."

Nathan cast a cold glance at the divorce agreement.

Then, he uttered a snorting laugh.

"Jane Fenn, when did you learn to play hard to get?"

He sounded like he was often treated this way by someone else.

I gave him no reply and didn't bother to ask him anything.

After all, we would soon become strangers.

"We are solid. Why do we need a divorce?"

Faced with my silence, Nathan softened his tone slightly.

He sat down next to me on the couch and tried to comfort me.

"I was busy with something important when you called me a few days ago. That's why I sounded a little impatient with you. I'm sorry, honey."

I looked up at him coldly and asked flatly, "So, is showing Antonia Samuels how to break a rock with your pecs what you call an important matter?"

Nathan was rendered speechless for a while.

Instead of explaining, he tried to change the topic.

"Toni and I are just ordinary friends. As for you, I saw you get into your boss' car two days ago, yet you still told me nothing was going on between you and him!"

As he spoke, he picked up the divorce agreement and tore it to pieces.

"Why are you in such a hurry to divorce me? Are you so eager to get rid of me and be with your boss?"

I was so angry that I slapped him.

"It's you who have no idea how to keep your distance from others, yet now you are still trying to pass the buck, aren't you?

"It was raining heavily that day, and I couldn't get a cab anywhere. You promised to pick me up, but you were nowhere to be found even after I waited at the downstairs of my office building for two hours!

"The boss gave me a ride just because he felt sorry for me!"

My eyes turned misty.

It had been raining heavily that day.

But Nathan had stood me up because of a phone call.

A call from Antonia.

She had complained that she was eager for spaghetti but without anyone to keep her company.

Immediately after Nathan heard this, he had asked her where she was and had left me waiting in the heavy rain, going to eat spaghetti with her.

I didn't know how he had the nerve to accuse me now.

Hearing what I said, Nathan came to his senses, at a loss for what to do.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know..."

He came forward intending to wipe my tears but was pushed away by me.

"It doesn't matter that you tore up the divorce agreement. I'll go and make a new copy. Anyway, I must divorce you."

I stood up coldly and walked toward the study.

When I came out with another copy of the divorce agreement, I saw Nathan searching throughout every bedroom in the house.

Standing in the living room, he asked, "Jen, where is my mom?"

I couldn't help but laugh coldly in my heart.

How bovine he was.

I couldn't believe he didn't notice that his mother was missing until now, but it had already been such a long time since he returned home.

My mother-in-law's suitcase still lay unopened in the guest bedroom, and the specialties she had brought from the countryside were still in the refrigerator.

But she was gone.

I stared at Nathan without saying a word.

He just kept talking to himself.

"Is my mom mad at me? I admit that it was my fault for leaving her alone at the mall that day.

"But it was a special case at that time. I had no other choice.

"Jen, can you let my mom come back? I'll apologize to her."

Nathan walked toward me slowly, his voice almost pleading.

"I searched the whole house but didn't find Mom. Tell me, where on earth did she go?"

I turned to look at the memorial portrait hanging on the wall on the balcony side.

I pointed at it and said, "In the portrait on the wall."

Nathan was stunned.

He followed my gaze toward the balcony. The instant he saw the memorial portrait, he knitted his brows tightly.

Nathan strode over, roughly dragged down the portrait of my mother-in-law from the wall, and furiously threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Jane! I know you are mad at me, but you don't have to play such a prank on my mother, do you?

"My mother is alive and well. What do you mean by putting a memorial portrait here? Do you want my mother to die so much?"

I watched helplessly as the only portrait of my mother-in-law was smashed to pieces.

There was water splashed on her face in the photo.

It just seemed like she was shedding tears.

I was silent for a long while before I slowly looked up.

"Nathan Cooper, you were the one who took your mother out. She's your mother, not mine, yet you can't even be bothered to take good care of her and just came to ask me about her.

"I haven't slept for three days. Why do you think I know where your mother is?

"Don't you claim to be a dutiful son? Go find her yourself then!"

Hearing my firm and flat tone, Nathan gazed at me in a daze.

"Jane, what's your problem? Why are you so irritable today?"

I couldn't help laughing coldly.

Normally, he was allowed to throw a tantrum at will, point at my nose, order me around bossily, stay out all night with his dream girl, and come back to tell me that they were just ordinary friends.

Now I was just telling the truth without any abuse, but I got criticized for having a problem.

I was accused of irritability.

What a double standard.