Chapter 4

Sharon's expression looked somewhat lost and dazed.

I let out a sigh of relief, and on the way home, Oscar and I walked hand in hand.

But in the end, he still let me down. Completely.

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A divorce was inevitable.

I would be too kind-hearted to choose to stay by his side while he tried to save Sharon.

We hired lawyers to negotiate the division of assets, and the whole process was drawn-out and complicated.

It's almost laughable — when we first moved into this house, we had nothing. We built our life from scratch, doing everything ourselves.

And yet, back then, we were so happy, dreaming about the future every single day.

Now, years later, here we were, sitting across from each other with a long list of assets to divide, preparing to go our separate ways.

Oscar looked exhausted, sitting by the table, smoking a cigarette.

After everything was over, I stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. I casually checked my phone and saw a message from an old classmate I hadn’t spoken to