Farewell to My Unrequited Love

Next, I moved to Eva's house with my luggage.

Ian began to have no scruples. He took that woman to various events.

Before this, I was the only one who accompanied him to events.

Because of this change, many people speculated that there was a problem with our marriage.

When Eva told me about these things, I was still negotiating prices with a buyer for my bags.

I was indifferent to her words.

She got anxious and said, "Are you really going to sell all the bags and jewelry Ian gave you?"

"What else can I do? I can't leave this marriage with nothing."

He did not want to divorce now.

I would go through legal procedures for a forced divorce.

If things got ugly, I might get nothing but a divorce certificate.

I had not worked for four years. Without money, how could I survive?

"You are really clear-headed." Eva praised. "But I never thought Ian would cheat. He loved you so much before."

"What is love? Life is so long. Who can guarantee to love one person for a lifetime?"

Saying this, I rarely felt relieved.

My dad's situation was an example.

He used to love my mom so much. He couldn't bear to let her cook. He couldn't bear to see her suffer or get tired. He always pampered her like a princess.

But in the end, he said, "You don't provide me with emotional value. At home, I feel like a slave without dignity."

The man who once couldn't say a harsh word to her hit her for another woman.

Perhaps this is the common flaw of men.

"Eva, what hurt me the most was not his cheating.

It was when he said, "Didn't your dad cheat too? Your mom could tolerate it. I am just playing around. Why can't you?"

My original family should not be his excuse for moral corruption.

Eva got furious when she heard this. "How can he be so shameless? He drags others down with him. Why doesn't he just die?"

I shrugged indifferently.

Because of them, I understood one thing.

Only by letting go of everything can one live happily.

I deleted all contact information related to Ian.

I avoided everything about him.

But I didn't expect the police to come to my door one day.

"Ms. Miller, your husband reported you missing. If you are okay, please go home. Your husband is still looking for you everywhere."

Hearing the policewoman's words, I was confused.

The surrounding neighbors poked their heads out to watch the fun. Countless eyes looked straight at me.

Under pressure, I reluctantly agreed. "I will go back. Sorry for the trouble."

"Go back now. We can take you."

I was forced to return home.

The policewoman said Ian was looking for me. He was now sitting on the sofa with a stern face.

There was a well-dressed woman beside him.

It was Rose Scott, whom he had been showing off recently.

"You are really something. Playing runaway with me?"

Before I could say anything, Ian's cold voice came over.

I shifted my gaze from Rose's face. "You did well. You even brought her back."