Jagger went out to socialize and probably secured the new project, so he had a few more drinks.

When Jagger came in, he cupped the back of my head with his hand, lowered his head, and buried it in my collarbone, the faint smell of alcohol in the air.

I whispered in his ear, and Jagger's body trembled slightly.

The next second, he pushed me against the dining table and kissed me.

My legs went weak from the kiss, and I started sliding down, so Jagger picked me up with one hand and placed me on the dining table, his hands fumbling around.

His heavy breath sprayed on my neck, and Jagger, panting, said, "Virgins can be quite skilled too."

I reached for a pillow to block him, but Jagger turned me over and pressed me onto the bed.

At that moment, my phone rang. In my fluster, I accidentally hit the answer button. Jeremy's chatter came through.

Jagger gritted his teeth and growled, "Ex-boyfriend, stop harassing my wife, get lost!"

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, then a roar, "Emma, you shameless woman! Where are you? Who are you with?"

Before he could finish, Jagger hung up the phone.

The force beneath me suddenly intensified.

In a daze, I heard Jagger say, "You are mine."

……

All night long, Jagger tossed me several times.

The next day, I felt like my body was falling apart.

Jagger booked the tickets, saying he wanted to take me on a vacation.

I packed my bags and put on delicate makeup.

It happened to be the Water-Splashing Festival in Coraland today.

The entire street was filled with a festive atmosphere, and as people splashed water, they said, "Soak in the water, happiness for life."

Jagger held my hand as we walked from one end of the street to the other, getting drenched.

At night, we released sky lanterns. Jagger asked me what my wish was, and I said it was a secret. Jagger turned his head and said, "Stingy."

My phone had been off all day, and when I turned it on at night, countless missed calls and messages from Jeremy popped up.

"I know you want to go to Romland. I've already bought the tickets. I sent you a few route options and see which one you like, and we'll go as you want."

"Instagram post was from a truth or dare game I lost. They're all prominent figures in the business circle; I couldn't go back on my word in front of so many people."

"Emma, I'll give you one more day. You better show up in front of me immediately, or we're breaking up."

"We'll discuss the marriage when you get back. I promise you a luxurious wedding. I really need you."

Jeremy kept bombarding me with messages. He was always like this—when he needed you, he wanted you by his side immediately. When he didn't, he'd kick you away.

Being around such a person, every day felt like the end of the world.

I felt speechless. "I never thought about reconciling with you, but I've imagined many ways of revenge. I've already broken up with you. A good ex should be like they're dead."

As soon as I sent the message, Jeremy's call came through, "I'll pretend you're just angry. Stop making a scene, okay? Come back, and I'll make it up to you for your birthday. I'll take you to the most expensive restaurant, get the biggest cake, and we'll travel together, to Romland, to the highlands, anywhere you like."

See, he actually knew everything.

He just didn't want to put effort into me.

I smiled bitterly. "I don't need it. Jeremy, put away your hypocritical facade. All the deep feelings have been used up by you. You're only looking for me because of the new project in the development zone, and the two families need to marry."

There was silence on the other end, and I could imagine Jeremy's face when he was exposed.

He spoke with a threatening tone, exasperated, "Don't think of yourself as something special. You're just someone I've played with. Do you know our intimate videos are on my phone? If you don't want them online, you'd better behave."

I sneered, "If you're bored, I'll find you a prison cell."

I hung up the phone.

I hated being threatened the most.

Jagger, half-leaning against the wall, asked, "Jeremy?"

I sighed. "Yes."

Tears fell involuntarily. "How was I so blind to choose such a person? He's simply my black history, yet he still thinks he's right."

Jagger bent down, gently patting my back as he spoke, "I'll handle it."