I stood outside my office building, waiting for George to show up.

After half an hour, my feet were frozen stiff, and he sent me a message.

"Traffic is bad. Don't wait for me. I'm not going to make it."

Ha, I knew it. I don't know why I was hoping for a miracle.

But the next moment, I saw Mark's new post on social media.

"In this bitterly cold night, only Mr. Potter's heart is warm."

The picture showed two men's hands clasped together.

The background of the picture is George's Mercedes-Benz car.

So, the road to me was blocked, but the road to Mark was wide open.

It made me wonder if we were even in the same city.

My heart grew colder than the winter air around me.

Without any transportation, I walked through the heavy snow for two hours.

By the time I got home, my whole body was numb from the cold.

I didn't have the appetite for dinner and went straight to soak in a hot bath.

I must have fallen asleep because I was startled awake by the cold water.

I faintly heard the door open, so I got up, put on a robe, and walked out.

My sudden appearance made George jump.

"You're back. Why didn't you turn on the lights?"

I flicked on the light switch, and the bright light shone on his flushed, ruddy face, contrasting starkly with my pale, exhausted appearance.

My stare made him visibly uncomfortable.

"Seems like the traffic really was bad. It's got your blood pumping."

George heard the sarcasm in my voice and sheepishly explained.

"It's probably just that the car heater was turned up too high."

I sneered inwardly. He's really trying to play this off.

What he didn't know was that Mark had forgotten to block me from seeing that post.

I didn't return to the master bedroom. I went straight to the guest room to sleep.

After changing his clothes, George walked in.

"Are you mad because I didn't pick you up?"

Annoyed, I turned my back to him.

"No, it's normal that you couldn't make it with all the traffic today."

George suddenly became irritated.

"Then why are you giving me the cold shoulder and not sleeping in the same room?"

I couldn't be bothered to respond and pretended to fall asleep.

Behind me, I heard the heavy slam of the door caused by George.

In the past, whenever George got angry with me, I would become anxious and blame myself.

I would immediately start thinking about what I could have done better.

Then, I'd exhaust myself trying to figure out where I went wrong.

In the end, whether it was my fault or not, I would always be the one to apologize.

But this time, I suddenly felt like it didn't matter.

For once, I actually slept soundly until morning.

The next day, when I got up, George had already washed and dressed.

"Get ready. I'll drive you to work today."

After three years together, this was also the first time he had offered to drive me to work.

Usually, he drove himself to the office while I took the subway.

I guessed he still felt a bit guilty about leaving me stranded last night.

After quickly getting ready, I followed him to the car.

Wouldn't you know it, just as we pulled out of the garage, we ran into Mark at the gate.

Since I was in the car, George was planning to pretend he didn't see him.

But Mark waved and ran over.

"Mr. Potter... Oh, Nancy, you're here too! I just happened to see Mr. Potter's car while passing by..."

Apparently, with George blocking his view, he hadn't noticed me in the front passenger seat.

George naturally rolled down the window and opened the back door.

"Get in. We'll give you a lift."

But Mark hesitated by the front door.

"Mr. Potter, you know I get carsick. It's better if I sit in the front. Nancy, you don't mind, do you?"

I let out a cold and sarcastic laugh.

"Oh, I don't mind. I'll sit in the back."

I moved to the back seat, and through the rearview mirror, I clearly saw the smug and challenging look in Mark's eyes.

George didn't say a word the entire time.

So, what did it matter if I minded?

Might as well do a good deed and let this little homewrecker have his moment.

Because Mark had a fear of motion sickness, George drove as slowly as a snail.

For the first time ever, I was late for work.

How ironic! My boyfriend finally offered to drive me to work, and I ended up being late.

If I had known this would happen, I would have just taken the subway. There goes my perfect attendance bonus for the month.

At the end of the workday, George texted me again, saying he would pick me up.

I quickly replied, "No need, the subway is really convenient for me."

In the past, I used to rush home after work every day, just to make sure I could cook a warm meal for George before he got off work.

Every morning, I would wake up half an hour earlier than him, just to carefully select his outfit for the day.

Not only that, when he worked from home, I played the role of his assistant—organizing his documents, making coffee, arranging his schedule...

But now, I don't want to spend all my time on him anymore.

After all, I'm quite capable at work, and I've sacrificed too many opportunities for him.

Conveniently, my company recently took on a new project, and they needed someone to lead it.

I volunteered, and even the boss praised me for suddenly becoming more ambitious.

That day, I worked late and took a taxi home after having dinner at the office.

When I entered, I found George sitting on the sofa, smoking with a dark expression.

As soon as he saw me, he extinguished his cigarette and questioned me with resentment.

"What's going on? Why are you so late? Do you know I haven't eaten yet?"

I looked at him without any expression.

"What else could I be doing? Working, of course. If you're hungry, why didn't you order takeout?"

"You're getting bold now, aren't you? Is this household lacking your salary, or has your boss lost his mind and decided to make you the big shot?"

Apparently, in George's eyes, I'm only fit to be a low-level employee who barely scrapes by, not someone who can handle big responsibilities. He is not worthy of shouldering such an important responsibility.

He must have forgotten that I once had better options, that I could have earned more than him. But he kept brainwashing me, saying that women working hard outside is too tough, that it's his job to support the family.

So, I gave up the management position my father arranged for me at his company abroad.

I stayed in the country, found a random job, and declined promotions and raises, settling down as a low-level employee for three years.

Now, he has the nerve to mock me. What a shameless jerk!

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so I went straight to take a shower.

When I came out, George was eating takeout alone.

He didn't even ask if I had eaten. How selfish he is! How did I not see it before?

I had rushed to finish a proposal at work, but there was a part I wasn't satisfied with.

Seeing that it wasn't too late, I opened my laptop to make some revisions.

George silently walked in and hugged me from behind.

In the past, whenever he initiated intimacy, I would always cooperate.

But tonight, I suddenly felt repulsed by his touch.

I pushed him away.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Don't disturb my work."

With a snap, George angrily closed my laptop.

"Busy, busy, busy—what could you possibly be so busy with? The world won't collapse without your brilliance!"

I turned around and just stared at him quietly, a cold smile forming on my lips.

"Am I busier than you? You mean, besides being a brilliant professional, you still have time to accompany your little assistant, and now you've finally found time to be with me, don't you?"

George's face turned dark, but he was too proud to admit any fault.

"You're insane. I'm done with you!"

After saying that, he walked out expressionlessly.

"George, let's break up."