Love is Far Away: Protect My Own Sincere Heart

The tomahawk steaks in this restaurant were very delicious.

I finished two plates alone. I was so satisfied that even if Scarlett stood me up again, I did not have any emotional fluctuations.

At midnight, Scarlett finally returned home.

She found that the lights in the porch and living room were not on.

We had been married for six years. Whenever she went out for social activities and came home late, I would always prepare the hangover pills and her favorite midnight snack and wait for her to come back.

However, she did not think that I did this out of love for her.

She often stayed out all night.

When I was worried that something might have happened to her, she scolded me for being a worrywart and not like a real man.

"Ethan, are you feeling unwell?"

After entering the room, Scarlett stretched out her hand with rare concern, trying to measure my temperature.

I dodged her with great difficulty and furrowed my eyebrows.

"I'm fine. It's late. Go take a shower."

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol on her body made me sick.

She sat next to me and checked her phone with a cold face.

There was no missed call.

It was really strange.

I liked to spoil her mood when she was drinking with clients. I told her not to drink too much and that she must remember to get a designated driver.

She cleared her throat and said,

"Dinner tonight was very important, so I had to be there. I will definitely have dinner with you tomorrow. Are you happy now?"

The corners of my mouth twitched unwillingly.

"There's no need for that, Scarlett. Just do your work."

I expressed my understanding from the bottom of my heart, but what I got in return was her sneer and ridicule.

"You think you're a great man just because I showed you some respect, don't you? I've been really busy lately. Think about it. Can we live a happy life with your low salary?"

I got an email alert on my phone and couldn't wait to open it, saying with a poker face,

"Yes, you are indeed very busy, but you even got time to watch movies with your childhood friend."

Hearing this, she glared at me with an angry face.

She said that she and Mateo were childhood sweethearts and she treated him as her good brother. Since he was in trouble, she should go and help him.

"Ethan, it's fine if you don't improve yourself. But you got me wrong. You really disappoint me."

Before tonight, she always used that excuse to force me to kneel and apologize. She wished she could cut my heart open to prove that I loved her.

But to her surprise, after listening to her accusation, I didn't say a word, clutching a phone in my hand.

She didn't know that I was reading the divorce agreement sent by my lawyer.

Sensing that she was approaching, I quickly turned off the phone screen.

"Ethan, who are you chatting with at this hour?"

"No one. I'm sleepy. Let's talk about it later."

There was a loud bang. She was angry at me for being perfunctory and locked herself in the guest room.

This was a clear signal that she was giving me the silent treatment.

If it were a year ago, I would have knelt at the door and begged her not to be angry. It was all my fault.

However, tonight, I didn't apologize to her to dissipate her anger. I printed a divorce agreement.

Then, I signed my name and put it in the bedside drawer.

I turned off the lights. Though I had insomnia, I had a good night's sleep.

The next day, Scarlett made a landline call and summoned me to the top floor.

"Long time no see, Ethan."

Mateo sat in the boss's chair and smiled hideously at me.

"Scarlett and I see each other every day. Speaking of which, every time I asked her to take you to the party with us, she always rejected it, saying that you were stupid and boring."

Mateo was a well-known streamer. He came from a well-off family and was a handsome and snappy dresser.

Every time I saw him, I kept my head down. I was annoyed with myself for not being as attractive and fashionably dressed as him.

However, today, he did not see any sense of inferiority in my eyes.

Not only that, but I also smiled at him.

"I'm a homebody. You don't have to worry about me. Your happiness is what is most important."

Hearing this, Scarlett stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked back at me.

The dark circles under her eyes showed that she didn't sleep well last night.

"Ethan, Mateo is hungry. Give him the lunch you made for me."