Since You Don’t Love Me, Don’t Waste My Time

"Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't it normal for a wife to wear like this?"

Miley's words instantly brought me back to reality.

She tried her best to put on the posture that she thought was the most tempting. If it were in the past, I would have been very excited.

But today, their gentle kisses lingered in my mind for a long time. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget them.

Miley pushed me slightly and lifted my chin with her fingertips.

"It's time for you to take a shower. What are you waiting for?"

I tried to forget about my memory and wanted to give myself one last chance.

What if I think too much?

When I'm done showering, I'll tell her my doubts. I thought.

Just as I was ready, Miley poured cold water on me.

"Honey, I'm going on a business trip tomorrow."

The hope in my heart was extinguished once again.

I asked with a cold face.

"How many days?"

She pretended to be calm and stretched out her fingers with a smile.

"Just a week."

I lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Who are you going with?"

Miley pretended to look elsewhere, not daring to meet my gaze.

"It's just a colleague. You don't know him."

I knew who she was going out with. It was Marshall.

I didn't touch her that night.

The next morning, I wanted to pack her luggage, but she refused.

In the past, she would be delighted if I packed the luggage for her. She would only feel that was my way of loving her.

Seeing that she was protecting her suitcase tightly, I glanced at it.

There were several short skirts, a stack of black silk stockings, and a box of condoms.

I got it. That was why I was not allowed to touch her luggage.

Before going out, she put on makeup for two hours. There had been a smile on her face, and she wagged her head happily from time to time.

I had never seen her so excited before. She looked like she was going on a honeymoon.

After a long time, the car downstairs honked and startled her.

She picked up her luggage hurriedly and refused to let me send her downstairs.

Before I hurried out of the door, Miley reminded me.

"Wait for me at home, honey. I'll agree to whatever you want to do."

She kissed me gently and pressed her lips against mine.

I just got goosebumps all over my body.

However, the next morning, I received a call from home.

The secretary's voice sounded flustered.

"The president is in great emergency."

I was so panicked. Finally, I called Miley.

At the very least, I wanted her to see my father for the last time so that he wouldn't worry.

After a long time, the call was picked up.

It was Marshall who answered the phone with a deep voice.

I held back my grief and anger, roaring.

"Tell Miley to answer the phone."

Marshall spoke after a long pause.

"You're Miley's husband, right? I'm Marshall. Miley can't answer the phone now. She's taking a shower."

The one who was singing lightly stopped, and the sound of steps approached.

Her voice was soft.

"Honey, who called you?"

"It's your husband."

"..."

When I came out of the hospital, I was in a deep loss. There were dozens of missed calls on my mobile phone, as well as a few WhatsApp messages, all of which were from the same person.

[Honey, did you just call? I was busy with work with my leader, so my phone was not with me. My colleague answered it for me. If there's anything urgent, let's talk about it in a few days. I'm almost done with my work. Be good, honey.]

Miley didn't come back.

A few days later, I received his will after my father's funeral.

In addition to the ownership of the houses and other properties, he added another condition.

I had to divorce Miley and marry his friend's daughter.

As long as I agree, all the assets would be mine. If I refused, I wouldn't get a penny.

Thinking back to my five-year marriage, I didn't sign my name immediately.

I still had a sliver of hope for Miley.

I wanted to give her a chance to live up to the five years of mutual support.

One day, Miley returned.

She walked briskly like a proud peacock.

When she saw me smoking downstairs, she withdrew her smile and took the initiative to hold my arm.

"Honey, how did you know I was coming back?"

I glanced behind her and saw that Marshall had just parked the car.

It was a BMW, and Marshall was in a black suit. Any woman would want to take a few more glances at him. No wonder Miley was so obsessed with him.

When Miley noticed Marshall's approaching, her expression stiffened.

"Hello, are you Zayden Hatfield? I'm Marshall, your boss."

Out of politeness, I reached out to shake hands with him, but he changed his direction halfway and pretended to pat the dust off his clothes in disgust.

Miley watched our interaction awkwardly.

"I wanted to introduce you two to each other, but I haven't found a chance yet. What a coincidence today."

I tried my best to control my anger and pulled on Miley's hand, preparing to return home.

But Marshall didn't intend to let us go.

"Miley, there's a meeting today. Don't you remember?"

Miley stood in the middle of us, hesitating for a long time. After a long time, she made up her mind.

She walked up to Marshall and looked at me with guilt.

"I'm sorry, honey. There's still a meeting in the company."

After that, Miley took Marshall's arm and got in the car quickly. She didn't even take her luggage with her.

Watching the car drive away, I finally gave up.

She chose Marshall. In her heart, I was not as important as Marshall.

I took the luggage upstairs. I was not even allowed to touch it when Miley left, but now it was close at hand.

There were several sets of underwear rolled up inside.

The box of the condom was empty. All her clothes were torn in a terrible state.

Somehow, I helped her put away the luggage. I even washed all her clothes and dried them.

After everything was done, I took out the will and signed my name decisively.

It meant that my five years of marriage with Miley had come to an end.

After signing the name, I sent a message to someone. Soon, I received a call from Miley.

"Honey, please do me a favor. Marshall's business is in trouble. I heard that it's a client of your department. Go and help persuade him. I remember that you have a good relationship with him, or Marshall will be transferred."

It was Marshall again. I was tired of hearing his name.

I didn't turn her down immediately. Instead, I made a request.

"Come home with me, and I'll help you solve it."

My father worked hard all his life, but he never saw me form a happy family and start a business.

I wanted him to see his daughter-in-law.

If Miley wanted, I could introduce my experience to her.

It was a pity that the five-year marriage had ended in a hurry.

Hearing that she agreed, I called the client.

With just a few words, I saved the project. That person was one of my father's old friends.

Five minutes later, Miley called.

"There's no need, honey. Marshall has his own connections, and the project has continued."

I sneered in my heart.

"What about going home?"

After hesitating for a long time, she replied in a sorry tone.

"Honey, what about a few days later? I've been very busy at the company recently. I have to stay here for a few days. I may not be able to go back."