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.

Perhaps when the marriage alliance was made, I had some selfish motives. I had a slight feeling that he might fall in love with me over time. But Caleb never spent time with me. He was devoted to his career. No way there would be any affection between us.

In the four years of our marriage, there were few travel occasions. It was only because the Moore family felt that they had treated me unfairly. Then they forced Caleb to take me out. I never did anything that put him off, so he couldn't hate me. Every time we went out, we treated each other with respect and kept our distance.

It wasn't that we weren't happy when we were together. However, ambiguity and affection were always lacking between us.

And now that I had been on the verge of dying. I didn't want to maintain this fake relationship between our families anymore. I didn't want to face Caleb, who was alienated and indifferent, especially after seeing how outstanding he was when he sincerely wanted to love someone.

"Hmm..."

I suddenly heard a faint sound from Caleb. When I looked up, he was lying next to my bed. With swollen eyes, he seemed to have been crying.

"Could it be that he was crying for me?" But I never needed his pity. I wanted to see him smile at me brightly and confidently, just like when he smiled at Clara.

I knew that I was a person without a sense of humor. I wasn't as lively as Clara. Whether it was in the past or now, Caleb never got along with me as casually and freely as with others.

He seemed to have seen through me and was more cautious around me.

Just like when we sat at the same table for a short time, it was dull.

He was the one who spoke first.

"Your name is Libby? I saw it on the class list before. I thought it was a boy's name."

My name was indeed more neutral and even sounded more like a male name. It wasn't connected to my appearance or personality.

I could only say, "Indeed. Many people would think so."

My answer seemed to be abstract. I knew that I didn't have many conversation skills. Unsure of what to say next, the ones talking with me would be more ill at ease.

I moved my body, which woke up Caleb, who was not fully asleep.

Seeing that I woke up, he, who had been sad, was angry. He accused me, saying, "What are you doing? You're already an adult. Don't you know how to watch out for the situation on the road? Don't you check the traffic lights when walking on the sidewalk? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

I couldn't tell if he was angry at my stupidity or me for causing him trouble, but I thought there was no way that he was feeling sorry for me.

Calmly, I looked at him lightly and said, "Caleb, let's get divorced."

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