See the Person I Love the Most Again

The ambitious dreams of the past faded in an instant. When I got back home, I didn't feel like doing anything. I drank when awake and slept when tired.

One morning, a message from Eric woke me up.

Opening WhatsApp, I saw a picture of Megan smiling while kissing.

I quickly called Eric.

"Where did you get this?"

"The news is out. This is a photo from the engagement party of the Fox Group and the Brody Group announced yesterday."

I hung up, wanting to call Megan, but my hands were shaking.

I eventually dialed her number, only to find it busy.

Sitting on the bed, I was at a loss.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling me. It was my mother, Sophie Bogart, calling.

"Humphrey, the Fox family doesn't take you seriously at all!"

I had planned to settle everything before informing my parents, but at that moment, I didn't know what to say.

Perhaps sensing my helplessness, my dad, Timothy Bogart, loudly reassured me.

"Don't worry. What can the Fox family do with their money? Worst case, you come back to inherit the family fortune. You have me backing you up."

"Yeah, I know, don't worry. I can handle it."

After hanging up, I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "Dad really knows how to brag, huh? Inherit the family business? Inherit that little house back home?"

But when I saw the photo Eric sent, I felt compelled. If I didn't act, how could I call myself a man?

I took out my phone and checked all the evidence I held. The images were unbearable but were the best evidence of her infidelity.

Then I went to the Fox Manor. Seeing me, the Fox Manor's housekeeper sneered a few words.

I refused to leave, so she told me to wait and went inside.

I waited for half an hour before someone opened the door. But it wasn't Megan I saw. It was Leonardo.

"Megan isn't up yet. Why don't you come in first?"

Expressionless, I entered the house. Everything inside was still unfamiliar.

Leonardo handed me a cup of coffee, playing the part of a gracious host.

"Humphrey, after all these years, if you had made some progress, Megan's father wouldn't have looked down on you."

I looked at this rich second-generation guy who lived off his parents' money, but I didn't argue. He felt entitled to it.

All my efforts seemed like mere excuses to him.

"I just regret not snatching Megan away from you back then, causing her to be dragged down by you..."

Megan complained as she came downstairs, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up..."

She was visibly stunned when she saw me.

Looking at Megan, I said, "Can we talk?"

Megan nodded, grabbed her bag, and we left.

In the cafe, Megan surprisingly remained silent.

I found it nauseating to even look at her more, so I went straight to the point.

"You cheated. If you want a peaceful divorce, do as I say."

Megan looked up at me in disbelief.

"What? Need me to provide evidence?"

I handed her the phone.

As a matter of fact, there had always been surveillance cameras in our living room. Before I came to have a talk with her, I endured the disgust and watched all the surveillance footage.

Their flirtatious behavior wasn't confined to the bedroom; it even happened in the living room. Well, at least I didn't have to go searching for evidence.

Megan's face turned livid as she looked at the footage. After all, it was her idea to install the surveillance cameras in the first place.

"If you agree, then my 200 thousand severances pay needs to be settled. Our savings will be split equally between us, and of course, the money from selling the house goes to me."

The apartment was purchased with the hard-earned down payment from my parents. I had been repaying the subsequent loans.

Megan didn't contribute to the household expenses at all. Every month, I had to give Megan money to cover her expenses.

Megan suddenly exploded, pointing her finger at me and shouting, "Humphrey, you have me as your wife. It's already your biggest luck. Are you really going to nitpick about this now?"

I shook my head and said, "Would you like it if I posted our marriage certificate online for everyone to see?"

Then I pointed to the cafe's surveillance cameras and continued, "And what if I release the video of today's divorce discussion and brawl? How much will your family's shares drop?"

Megan's demeanor softened instantly.

She said, "Humphrey, can't we part ways amicably?"

"How nauseating is it for you to say that, Ms. Fox? You brought your lover to cause a scene at my workplace, not only causing me to lose my job but also leaving me without compensation.

"What? Ms. Fox, are you planning to treat me like a doormat? After betraying me, you still expect me to speak nicely?"

Megan's face darkened; after all, during our time together, I had always catered to her needs.

"Ms. Fox, think it over. Give me an answer tomorrow, as it will give me time to edit the video. After all, I'm currently unemployed."

In the evening, Megan messaged to accept the terms but insisted on an immediate divorce.

So, we divorced soon.

When I received the compensation, our apartment had just been sold.

At the same time, I heard that the Brody Group had acquired Luke's company.

I blocked all of Megan's contact information.

With both work and marriage in shambles, I decided to return home.

Sophie said, "Humphrey, there are plenty of opportunities out there, even after a divorce. Take this money and buy a villa. I bet you'll find a well-behaved girl next year."

"Huh?"

What shocked me wasn't just Sophie's words but the black card she handed me.