After the Substitute Lover Left, the CEO Cried

In the video, Ivy looked at the camera with tearful eyes.

Her words were full of regret. She didn't mention Leo, but her every word was about him.

I flipped through the comments, all of which were supportive of Ivy from her fanatical fans.

[Don't cry, Ivy. The one not loved is the other woman!]

[There are regrets in love. Ivy, pursue your love bravely!]

[You break my heart! Ivy, don't cry.]

There were also some relatively rational netizens blaming Ivy.

[You left him by yourself. He's already married now.]

[An interloper is an interloper, no matter if you are the one who is loved or not.]

...

But in less than ten minutes, all the comments unfavorable to Ivy were deleted.

Apart from Leo, I can't think of a second person able to do so.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

The dishes on the table were all Leo's favorites, and it was our wedding anniversary.

He would usually book a restaurant in advance and prepare a gift for me quietly, but he seemed to have forgotten this time.

I sat by the window, looking at the sunset outside.

Ivy should have arrived by now.

I just called Leo, and he told me he would be back later because his work was quite complicated.

"You can eat first if you're hungry. The food won't taste good when it's cold."

The second before he hung up the phone, I heard the airport boarding announcement, just like an alarm bell announcing the end of this marriage.

I always listened to Leo, and it was no exception this time.

I picked up the fork and started eating alone at the table, but I put it down after tasting it.

These were all his favorite dishes, none of which I liked.

The next second, my phone made a push notification sound, and I couldn't help but click it to take a look.

The person who should have been in the office at the moment was holding Ivy's hand tightly.

He walked in front of her, shielding her from the fanatical fans and reporters around.

One of the haters suddenly rushed over, but the security pulled him away before he could get close.

"Bitch! You made my sister lie in the hospital bed. How come you still have the nerve to come back? You mistress!"

The airport was noisy, but he made it enough to be heard by everyone. He even threw rotten eggs at Ivy.

Leo stepped forward in time, becoming the one who was hit, but Ivy maintained her glamorous and beautiful image of a big star.

The scene was silent. Leo's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on the shouting man.

In front of everyone, Leo punched him to the ground.

It wasn't until he couldn't get up from the ground that Leo took the tissue handed over by the assistant and wiped his hands.

"It's okay you take pictures, but don't post them online unless you want to lose your jobs."

He held Ivy in his arms, carefully wiping away her tears of the shock.

The video ended here.

I was just about to put down my phone when the male protagonist of the video called me.

"I'm busy tonight and won't be back. Have a good rest."

"But I cooked a table of dishes you like..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Leo interrupted me.

"I can't eat today; you can make it next time. You used to be sensible. Don't be petty!"

The video of him picking up Ivy at the airport was spread all over the Internet, and he could still blame me.

He thought it was quiet when he called me, but I still heard Ivy's coquettish laughter beside him.