I Removed The Lovesick Part Of My Brain

There seemed to be no end to the cards. The drawer was full of them.

I closed the drawer and turned off the light in the room.

I brought my lawyer and went to John’s company the next day. As expected, he refused to see me.

I waved before someone got me a lawn chair. I put on my sunglasses and played the recording of me asking for the shares from the previous day. I even put it on a loop.

Initially, I had established the company with John. I simply wanted the shares I was entitled to.

When the superiors of the company heard the recording, they looked at each other in dismay.

John finally exited the building when I had played the recording for the eighth time. He pinched my wrist tightly and forcefully pulled me into his office.

He pinned me against the wall with one hand and asked me something, his eyes turning bloodshot.

“What do you want, Grace?!”

I took off my sunglasses and frowned.

“First, shares. Second, a divorce. Mr. Miller, I’ve got to say you can’t understand people.”

Hearing that, John lowered his head and chuckled. Then, he looked at me with mockery. “Grace, can’t you use another method to try and win me back?”

When Lana had a high fever the other day, I had threatened John to come home by using divorce.

When Lana sprained her ankle, I made a scene and refused to let go, though he had just driven Lana home.

All of these incidents ultimately led to my apology.

“Haven’t you heard of The Boy who Cried Wolf?”

I tilted my head to stop him from getting close to my face. “Don’t you want to pick? Fine. Tonight’s your birthday party. I’ll give you a big gift that you’ve been dreaming of.”

John did not stop me from leaving. Instead, he confidently pocketed his hands and leaned against the bookshelf. Then, he picked up the phone beside him, which was still on a call.

“You heard that? Grace still cares about me. She remembers my birthday and got me a gift. She was just angry at me. Don’t ever tell me something bizarre again, as if she’d forcefully removed her feelings for me. How could she stop loving me?”

The man on the other end sounded helpless. After a long pause, he said, “Don’t overdo it, John.”

No, I was not making a scene. I cracked a smile as I left. I hoped that he would not be so calm when he saw the gift.

John’s birthday party was big and grandiose. It was attended by a lot of nobility and celebrities.

After I walked into the hall, I saw Lana walking among the crowd in a red, slim-fit gown while holding a glass of red wine with her right hand. She acted like the hostess.

At the sight of me, the crowd wore a complicated expression. They kept looking at Lana and me.

I walked toward John under their gaze and handed him a meticulously wrapped box.

John was initially lost in thought. When he noticed me, he looked up and met my gaze. First, he was nervous. When he saw the gift, he visibly grew eager.

Lane snorted, which was loud enough for the surrounding people to hear her.