Despite all the noise in the room, I managed to identify Tyler's voice out of everyone else's.

Like always, his voice was nonchalant, chill, with a hint of contempt.

"Jasmine Murray? It's been nine years. I'm so over sleeping with her."

A crisp "click" came from a lighter. Tyler took a deep puff of his cigarette and continued, "If you slept with a woman for nine years, won't you get sick of her?"

The person he was speaking with agreed, "That's quite boring indeed. But, I've gotta say—although Jasmine was just a young lady when she first got together with you, she has grown to look a lot more like a woman now."

"She was a young lady at 21, but Jasmine has matured in her 30s."

"One would grow attached to a dog after that long, let alone a human being. "

Laughter came from those in the room.

Tyler remarked in a casual voice, "Regardless of whether she's a dog or a person, isn't she staying by my side willingly? It's not like I put a collar around her neck."

After he said that, another bout of laughter and mockery came from the people in the room.

I placed my hand on the door handle and took a deep breath. Then, I pushed the door open and entered without knocking.

The moment I entered the private room, I noticed Tyler sitting at the head of the table.

He was wearing a neatly-made suit and a black shirt with only a few buttons done up. The ring I gave to him five years ago glistened on the middle finger of his right hand as he leaned back on the couch lazily.

The ring no longer had the dazzle it used to have in the beginning. Rather, it appeared dull in contrast to the bright room.

When Tyler saw that I had entered the room without knocking, he frowned and shot me a glare.

The woman in his lap gave me a provocative look too.

"Well, well. That was really quick, Jas. You managed to reach before even three minutes passed since Ty messaged you."

"You're afraid that you'd pissed Ty off, aren't you?"

Once those people saw me, they mocked me as they leaned sideways on the couch.

There was not a single glint of respect in their eyes.

In the next moment, one of the sleazeballs said, "You've got such a great figure, Jasmine. I can see your curves even when you've got your coat on.

"Why don't you take your coat off and perform a dance for us to liven things up?"

My face darkened at that instant. Looking a little uneasy, I replied coldly, "I'm sorry, I'm not a stripper. I can't dance."

I looked toward Tyler, who simply held his wine glass in his hand and said indifferently, "Go on. Aren't you the owner of this clubhouse? Isn't it the clubhouse's motto to please all your customers?

"Don't be such a wet blanket."

I did not budge. It felt as if a lump were stuck in my throat. All I could do was grit my teeth and not make a sound.

The sleazeball scoffed. "Being pretentious, are you? You're not as naive when you're in Ty's bed, though."

All of a sudden, a thick silence filled the room.

That was a shocking revelation. My ears started ringing as I stared at Tyler in disbelief.

I couldn't believe that he actually joked and talked about our private life with others.

The embarrassed gazes from the others in the room felt like a slap in my face. My heart throbbed in pain.

Suddenly, Tyler lowered his hand that was holding a cigarette. An air of frigidity descended upon him as he glared icily at that sleazeball.

The woman on Tyler's lap probably sensed danger from his posture. She scurried out of his lap immediately.

The drunk sleazeball continued babbling, "I saw the video of you in Ty's phone—"

The next moment, a bottle of wine hit him in the head. Fresh blood trickled from his forehead to the carpet on the floor.

Tyler had smashed a bottle of Macanollan worth 27 thousand dollars onto the man's head just like that.

The sound of the wine bottle shattering and punches being thrown echoed in the room.

Tyler spewed vulgarities continuously like a madman. He no longer looked like the gentle and elegant man he usually was.

"That's enough, Tyler. Weren't you the one who permitted this denigrating behavior of theirs?"

Tyler stopped because of what I said.

"I heard what you people talked about from outside the room, and I didn't want to come in here."

I took a deep breath. As I held my tears back, I continued in a shaky voice, "Even so, I wanted to clarify what was going on."

Tyler knew what I was about to ask.

There was a long, long silence.

Tyler stood up and straightened his suit. Then, he wiped the blood off of his fist.

Looking at me with his eyes narrowed, he said, "I don't know anything about the video. I've never recorded anything."

He sounded like he was explaining himself, but he said so with such an arrogant and prideful tone. It was as if his explanation was a gift bestowed on me by the heavens.

"About our relationship, it is what it is. If you're sick of it, you may leave any time. After all, you've been with me for nine years. Even a do—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I marched forward, picked up the wine glass from the table, and splashed its contents on him.

I sneered. "Here's the glass I'm raising to you, as well as to myself who was once blind."

A shocked silence filled the room.

Tyler had a gloomy expression as he felt the alcohol trickle down his face. His jaw was tightly clenched.

I flung the wine glass to the floor. A piece of shattered glass bounced up and cut my calf, leaving stains of blood on the carpet.

Disregarding the shock in everyone else's eyes, I left the private room without turning back.

Someone in the private room said, "Ty, it looks like you've really spoiled her. None of your exes would've dared to splash wine on your face."

Tyler scoffed. "I've got to loosen the reins when it's too tight. She has to make a fuss like this a few times a year. It's really annoying, but she will come back to me in a few days."