Perhaps it was my assertive tone that caught him off guard. When he spoke again, his voice was much softer.

"Are we done here? I just didn't go to the hospital last night. Stop making a scene. Go back to work. I'll visit Maria at the hospital later."

He ended the call without waiting for my response.

When I tried calling him back, all I got was a busy signal.

Holding my phone, I never felt so disheartened.

Bryce and I met six years ago.

He was the golden boy, and I was just a newcomer in the industry. We were worlds apart.

Our paths crossed due to a car accident.

Back then, his car crashed, and I saved him but ended up getting saddled with him.

I saved his life and was forced to take care of him for six months, but during that time, we turned from adversaries to begrudging companions.

When Bryce proposed, he knelt before me and said, "Patricia, I will love only you all my life, with loyalty, responsibility, and love, all given just to you."

But later, I realized he did give me these things, but not just to me alone.

He had a childhood friend named Heather Jensen.

Bryce claimed Heather was just a friend, but he did many things that crossed the line under that guise.

Initially, we fought about it, but eventually, he got tired of explaining, and I got sick of it.

But because my mother was seriously ill, I endured it.

I didn't want my mother to see me unhappy. I wanted her to leave this world at peace.

Yet, because of them, I missed seeing my mother for the last time!

Last night's heavy rain caused a landslide.

It was Bryce who had someone drive away my car, take away my staff, and cook just to make a meal for Heather at her house!

With no cars available, it took me over two hours to finally reach my mother's hospital.

By that time...

All I saw was my mother's body covered with a white sheet!

After selecting an urn for my mother, I stuffed a printed divorce agreement into my bag.

My love had died long ago, and my marriage had reached its end.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Bryce at the crematorium.

I had just finished placing my mother's ashes when I saw him walk in, arm around Heather.

Heather was still sobbing. "Noah only lived a little over a month. It's so sad, Bryce. It really hurts. Can you stay with me a bit longer..."

Her crying continued while Bryce's voice was unusually gentle.

"Heather, don't be upset. I'm here with you."

I watched them coldly without saying a word until Heather saw me first.

"Patricia, what are you doing here?"

Clutching a small pet's box, she nervously explained, "Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to have Bryce accompany me. Don't blame him..."

Before I could speak, she preemptively accused me, and I scoffed, asking, "What is there to misunderstand?"

Seeing me, Bryce looked a bit guilty at first, but after hearing my comment, he frowned. "Patricia, cut out the sarcasm. I'm just here to bury her pet. What are you doing at the crematorium?"

He paused, his face growing more distressed. "Are you following me?"

Without letting me respond, Bryce concluded his own thoughts. "If you have something wrong with your head, go get treatment instead of playing these stalking games. It's disgusting! Don't think apologizing will make me forgive you. Mentioning divorce once means it can happen again. I won't indulge your bad habits!"

He rattled on before finally deciding, "Go back to the set and reflect on yourself. After you finish filming, we can seriously discuss your issues."

Stunned by his words, I retorted, "The one who gets the problem is you, Bryce. Rest assured. I'm only bringing this up once. The divorce papers are here. Since we're both here, let's head to the Courthouse!"

As I spoke, I pulled the divorce agreement from my bag and threw it at Bryce!

Bryce was taken aback that I was actually bringing up divorce. Upon seeing the papers, he instantly grew furious.

"Patricia, have you lost your mind?"

Without a second thought, he tore the divorce papers to shreds, staring at me in anger. "I overestimated you, thinking you came to apologize. Are you actually threatening me? I won't be threatened, nor will I divorce. You can give up on that!"

With tears in her eyes, Heather grabbed my sleeve. "Patricia, can't guys talk this out nicely? Why provoke a temper and bring up divorce so casually? Bryce is so good. Anyone marrying him would be the luckiest. How could you hurt him like this!"

Her words only fueled the fire. Bryce immediately embraced Heather. "Don't beg her. I've been too nice to her lately!"

I sneered back at him. "Bryce, you're disgusting!"

Then I turned to Heather. "If you like Bryce so much, take this luck for yourself. You two are thick-skinned enough, perfectly matched!"

Heather immediately began to cry. "Patricia, there is nothing between us. You can't say that about Bryce. He's just a good friend!"

Though she claimed just friends, her eyes filled with love told a different story.

I only felt repulsive hearing her bitchy words, so I asked sharply, "Oh, good friends, the kind that cuddles in the middle of the night?"

Heather was at a loss for words while Bryce's expression darkened. "Why do you have to speak so vulgarly?"

I coldly replied, "It's your actions that are ugly!"

It was said that the fly didn't land on a seamless egg. Heather was a schemer, loving to play ambiguous games with Bryce. If Bryce had no feelings for her, last night wouldn't have happened.

Bryce wanted to scold me, but Heather tugged at his sleeve. "Bryce, let it go. Let's bury Noah first, and then you can go back with Patricia. I don't want you fighting with her because of me."

She posed like a fragile flower in the wind, and Bryce, as always, fell for it.

He agreed and then stared at me. "Wait here for me. We'll settle this later."