The first time when I met Caleb, it was just a coincidence.

It was April Fool's Day. The early admission exam for high schools had ended. I came out for relax. Unexpectedly, I heard someone arguing.

"We can't be together. Actually... we are siblings!"

"It doesn't matter, my dear. For you, I don't care what others think of me!"

I was shocked by such an astounding conversation. Then I stopped and planned to eavesdrop.

Then the topic suddenly changed, and they laughed.

"Well, you've had enough, Caleb. Every April Fool's Day, you either try to deceive me or play tricks on me to embarrass me. Luckily, you put so much effort into this useless thing. How did your college entrance examination go? I think it's hanging by a thread with your poor attitude towards studying."

"Put your mind at ease. Even if I didn't do well on the exam, I will continue to be in the same class as you in high school!"

I was amused by their jokes. It was obvious that they were good friends. Everything they did was just childish pranks on April Fool's Day.

The girl seemed outgoing and confident.

It was Clara. Her family background was very ordinary. Forgive me for always judging someone based on their family background. But I envied Clara. Although she was poor compared to me and Caleb, she never cared about how others thought of her.

She was confident in herself, and she should be. She had good grades and looked stunning. She, who always showed her best side to others, was carefree and righteous. Many people were willing to befriend her.

And I was the opposite of her. I was from a family engaged in the business world for several generations. My family had extensive business operations both domestically and internationally.

Due to the lack of parental love since childhood, I was sensitive and unwilling to reveal my true self to others.

I was a bit wishy-washy about everything. Some people tried to flatter me after knowing my background. Few people wanted to treat me sincerely.

Caleb was no exception.

"We have known each other for a long time. Our marriage is just for the needs of our families. Since neither of us is interested in each other, there is no need to force it. As long as you don't lead to any messy situations, I won't mistreat you."

Caleb advised me so on the night of our wedding.

After the casual prank, Caleb handed flowers to Clara. Looking disdainful, Clara said, "Caleb! Are you an idiot? We're going to the movies later. Do you expect me to hold them in my hands the whole time?"

Caleb reluctantly smiled and said, "Alright, alright. Miss, calm down. I forgot."

Clara was not a spoiled lady, but Caleb was willing to treat her like one.

Caleb didn't say much. After casually throwing the bright red roses into the nearby trash can, he happily walked towards the elevator with Clara.

Out of curiosity, I approached the trash can and picked up the flowers to examine them.

The flowers were from ROSEONLY. He used them as a joke prop. At that time, I only thought that his family should be wealthy. Then a card slipped out from it.

On top of it, it read, "Keep it in your heart, and never forget it."

The business of Caleb's family was solid and stable, which was built up by generations of hard work. His family expected him to be calm and low-key.

When he was young, he was very rebellious. Instead of being low-key and calm, he insisted on being high-profile. Even the flowers he used to tease Clara cost tens of thousands of dollars.

Many girls liked him for his fearless and daring spirit. He was attractive for being willing to confront the world like a young warrior.

Of course, I was one of those girls. In my eyes, Caleb was like a stubborn and unruly young man who insisted on competing with the whole world. I couldn't look away from him.

In high school, we were in the same class. Although our school was a selective private school, dress codes, and grooming rules were in place.

On the first day of school, Caleb challenged the dress codes, and he did it with several other people.

"Come and see my hairstyle, isn't it cool?" said Troy Malone, Caleb's good friend and loyal follower, who was from a wealthy family and born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

“You dyed your hair green, huh? Don't be too exaggerated, okay? Caleb looks handsome in the wine-red color. He is noble and elegant, and yet low-key."

"Get lost! All you know is how to flatter him!"

Several boys laughed and had fun together, jokingly blocking the entrance to the classroom.

Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out, which sounded familiar to me.

"What are you guys doing?"

It was Clara, the pleasant voice I had heard at the mall that day.

Then Clara burst into laughter, saying, "It is so funny, Troy!! What color did you dye your hair? Did Caleb tell you it looks good so you fell for it? I am laughing my ass off!"

Clara was familiar with these people. They could joke around freely.

Clara was lively and outgoing. She never flattered or fawned over these second-generation rich kids. Troy gradually treated Clara as a bosom friend.

Troy said, looking at Caleb, "How is that possible? Would Caleb lie to me? No way!"

Caleb's gaze shifted back and forth between Clara and Troy several times. Then he chose to stand beside Clara.

"What do you mean? You punk!!" Troy angrily launched a fierce attack against Caleb.

Clara and several others laughed loudly and stirred up trouble, making it noisy and lively.

But I was despondent.

On the first day, I found that the whole class was filled with groups of people familiar with each other. I was overwhelmed. I didn't like to take the initiative to introduce my family background or talk to others. In other words, I was more introverted.

If no one knew each other, someone might choose me as a friend. But if many people knew each other, no one would pay attention to me.

The only one who paid attention to me was the head teacher.

Caleb's family greeted the head teacher and wanted him to arrange for Caleb to sit with Clara. There were several reasons.

Firstly, Clara had good grades and could help Caleb with his studies.

Secondly, Clara had always been Caleb's desk mate with no romantic relationship between them. The Moore family thus felt relieved. It was their unilateral perception as far as I was concerned.

Thirdly, and most importantly, Caleb had always been causing trouble! The Moore family members were always calm. They couldn't stand him making a scene or even threatening to do all kinds of things. They'd better satisfy him quickly. After all, they only had to inform the head teacher.

But this time, regardless of the Moore family's instructions in advance, Caleb's red hair and Troy's green hair, which was even more eye-catching, infuriated the head teacher. After all, he had just started the job and wanted to lead an excellent class, so he got angry. He criticized the two of them and demanded that they not enter the classroom tomorrow if they didn't dye their hair back to black. After that, he arranged for Caleb to sit with me for the first time.

The head teacher said, "Libby Carter, go to the side of Caleb in the sixth row, group one."

Libby Carter was my name.

It was good that the head teacher noticed me. At that moment, I wanted to hide somewhere.

I felt that the boys who were familiar with Caleb were looking at me as if they were saying, "Did this girl do something?"

For the first time, the distance between the sixth row from my current position was so far. I felt that maybe I was walking awkwardly at this moment.

Caleb stared at me meaningfully. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

I prayed in my heart, "Don't talk to me, thank you."

But he talked to me.

He said, "Do you listen to music?"

Caleb was not the type of person with eye-catching facial features. In a novel, he should be the second male lead. He was not stunning, but he was refreshing. With a pair of charming eyes, he looked particularly handsome when he smiled. The sense of carefreeness was exclusive to him.

After saying so, he, who had been smiling pretentiously, smiled normally.

Of course, he was good-looking when he smiled.

I didn't know what Caleb meant. I originally thought he wanted to scold me. Then I realized that all of this was arranged by the head teacher. I couldn't blame myself, so I said calmly, "Yes."

Then Caleb handed me a Bluetooth earphone. After putting it on, I found that the song playing now was a sad love song.

The song told a story of tortuous and unrequited love, and there seemed to be a touch of worry and pain in Caleb's eyes.

He turned to look at Clara. I didn't know what he was thinking.

The wine-red hair matched his fair skin, making his face slightly flushed. He was just a boy in his first year of high school, with some longing for love.

Perhaps when he was listening to the song, he was thinking about how to spend his life with Clara until his old age.

Unfortunately, he might not have expected that I would become the one he would spend the rest of his life with.

But we only tortured each other. I couldn't spend my life with him until his old age.

"Drip. Drip. Drip"

In a state of blurred consciousness, I seemed to hear the sound of the electrocardiogram.

I wanted to move my body, only to find that I couldn't exert any strength. I struggled to open my eyes and looked around, only to find myself hospitalized in a bed.

I didn't die. For a moment, I didn't know whether to be happy or not. I never had the idea of committing suicide. The car accident this time was purely an accident. At the moment of the collision, what had flashed across my mind made me feel that nothing was so important anymore.

Having survived the disaster, I decided in my heart, which was, to divorce Caleb.