When I got home and looked at the blank screen, my heart ached with countless stabs of pain.

His account was automatically logged in on the computer.

I saw that all the message records on his account were completely clean.

There wasn't even a single WhatsApp contact for a client asking for his paintings.

When Owen pushed the door open, I quickly shut down the computer.

The pain in my calf repeatedly attacked my nerves, making me break out in a cold sweat.

I forced myself to hop over to the sofa and sat down, looking up at the clock in the living room.

It was already one in the morning.

"Why are you still up?"

Owen's hair was a bit messy, and he was wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, with cheap sneakers on his feet.

But he had something in his hand, a bag with a few cherries inside.

"What's wrong? Let me see your leg."

Owen carefully examined my calf and saw it was badly swollen and red.

He took some medicine and slowly massaged my leg.

As I got close to him, I noticed a strand of brown hair on him, the same color as that woman's hair from earlier today.

He must have thought I was too stupid, so he didn't care about me at all and didn't even bother to hide it.

I felt a wave of disgust in my heart.

After I dropped off that woman at the hotel, I planned to take another order.

The other order was nearby, and I quickly found the client's car.

But as soon as I arrived, the client canceled the order, and I was kicked from behind and fell to the ground.

When I saw who it was, I felt another hard stomp on my calf.

I screamed in pain, but no one around helped me.

Later, I realized that all the people around were classmates of Samuel, Owen's brother.

And Samuel stood in front of them, allowing them to bully me.

"Samuel, isn't this your sister-in-law? Aren't you afraid your brother will be mad at you for this?"

Samuel laughed wildly, looking at me with disdain.

"How could my brother be mad at me because of her? He's afraid this woman will bring her poverty into my family!"

"You're right, your brother is the future heir of your family, and his wife must be a good match."

"Yeah, and Mia is back. My brother and Mia have been childhood sweethearts."

The pain in my leg persisted as Samuel and his classmates left.

When I climbed up from the ground, my leg was too injured to ride a bike.

But the summer rain started pouring suddenly, without warning.

I intended to call a cab home, but I found my phone was broken and couldn't call a cab.

The rain was pouring down, and no one was around. Only a 24-hour convenience store was still open.

When I walked into the store in my soaking wet clothes, I was afraid of dirtying the floor.

"Ah, it hurts so much..."

I couldn't help but cry out from the pain in my leg.

I looked up at Owen and saw him staring at my calf with a pained expression.

So, did Owen know that Samuel came today or not?

My heart was filled with bitterness. Owen felt the teardrops on his hand and looked up at me.

"Does it hurt too much? Bear with it, it will get better soon."

He said it softly, trying to comfort me, but my tears fell.

"Why are you crying so much? Does it hurt too badly? Should we go to the hospital?"

His panic was real, so he could like me and another person at the same time?

"It's nothing," I said, wiping my tears away. He placed my leg on the sofa and went to the kitchen to wash the cherries.

"Don't you like cherries? The fruit store had a sale today."

I watched him place the washed cherries in front of me. "Try them, see how they taste."

I looked at the man in front of me, still feeling a bit of doubt in my heart.

I was desperate to know what he was really thinking.

"Owen, have you taken many orders these days?"

Owen looked up and met my eyes, reaching out to tousle my hair.

"You thought I didn't have any work today and were worried about me, right?"

I nodded. If he could be honest, maybe I could give him another chance.

He smiled and opened his e-wallet, showing me about two thousand dollars of earnings.

"I just finished a painting today, and this is the income."

A pang of pain hit my heart as I stared at him, wanting to see through the man I had loved for so many years.

The next morning, I slowly came out of the house.

I saw breakfast on the table outside, which Owen had bought.

"Eat something first, then go to work."

I nodded and sat down to eat breakfast.

As I pushed the door open to leave, I glanced into his room. He wasn't painting.

He was on his phone, replying to messages.

"Owen, I still don't feel well. Can you come with me to the hospital?"

I closed the door and walked over to him as I spoke.

He seemed startled and dropped his phone.

The drawing software on his computer was blank.

I glanced at the text on his phone screen. He had arranged to meet Mia today.

Owen quickly picked up his phone, looking at me with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

My mind was buzzing in confusion. He had never looked at me like that before.

So, Samuel was right. Owen's true love was Mia.

"Abigail, I just picked up a few more orders, so I'm a bit busy."

My hand gripped the hem of my pants tightly, and I was momentarily dazed.

I couldn't believe these words.

"Can I take you downstairs and help you call a cab?"

I had to register and get checked at the hospital, and my leg hadn't fully healed, but he didn't seem to worry about that.

I didn't know how the words came out of my throat; I could only say "okay."

After Owen put me in a cab, I couldn't hold back anymore. Pretending to look at my phone, tears welled up in my eyes.

I didn't dare make a sound, afraid the driver would notice.

I didn't know how long I sobbed before I asked the driver to turn and take me to my workplace.

I worked at a jewelry store during the day, earning a decent salary.

As soon as I walked in, I saw someone picking out a necklace at the counter.

From the side, I could tell it was Mia.

As soon as I walked in, Mia's gaze almost stuck to me, making me uncomfortable.

"I want her to help me."

Mia pointed at me, asking me to serve her. I wanted to refuse.

But someone pulled me over.

"I want to try on these earrings. Please help me put them on."

I looked at the earrings on the counter, still feeling resistant.

"Miss Baker, how about I help you instead?"

Eleanor suggested, knowing the commission on such high-end items was substantial.

"I want her. If she doesn't come over, you both can leave!"

Eleanor was panic-stricken, grabbing my arm with tears almost falling.

"Miss Baker is our boss's friend, Abigail. Please help me out!"

I had no choice but to step forward, my scalp tingling, and put on gloves.

"Sorry, Miss Baker, I will assist you."

Mia smiled and continued talking with her friend.

I approached her and aimed the earring post at her earlobe, ready to put it on.

Unexpectedly, she pushed me away.

"Have you been trained at all? It hurts so much! Do they let anyone work here now?"

My waist hit the edge of the counter, and with my leg still not fully healed, I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

Cold sweat broke out on my back. My calf hurt badly. I tried to prop myself up, but I had no strength at all.

Mia's friend slapped me, making my head spin.

Someone lifted my chin, and I looked dazedly at the person in front of me.

"So, this is the woman Owen chose? When did his taste get so bad?"

The woman's nails dug into my chin, causing sharp pain.

I pushed her away. Eleanor tried to help me up, but the manager stopped her.

"How dare you? Miss Baker is Mr. Scott's fiancée. If you offend her, how will you keep your job?"