Chapter 0002

Fiona tensed up at Calum’s touch, quickly pushing him away and avoiding his advance.

“Yeah,” she responded casually, not wanting to continue this topic. “Megan is back. Congratulations, it seems the lovers have finally become a couple.”

Calum stopped where he was, confused by his own emotions. Their marriage had always been fake. It had been agreed from the start that if she found someone she liked before their three-year marriage term was up, they could part peacefully. Now, Fiona had someone she liked, so as her friend, he should be happy for her.

He quickly regained his composure and at the thought of Megan, a smile appeared on his cold face. "Yeah, I’ve waited three years for Megan, and she’s finally back. We won’t have to be continents apart anymore."

It was clear he was genuinely happy. He would finally be with the one he loved. How could he not be happy?

But what Calum never understood was that every moment of his joy was like a thorn embedded in Fiona's heart—sharp, always painful, never fatal, but constantly there, subtly hurting her. His happiness always stemmed from one thing and that was Megan.

For the past three years, Calum had traveled to the Ameada two or three times a month. At first, Megan wasn’t very warm toward him. It was rumored that Megan had once loved a man who didn’t love her back, which led to her going abroad to study. Calum had always secretly loved her, rejecting his family's arranged marriages in hopes of one day winning her over with his devotion.

Eventually, his persistence paid off. In their second year of marriage, Megan finally agreed to marry him after completing her studies.

Fiona maintained her smile. "There’s a lot of stuff, but I’ll get everything packed by tomorrow night, don’t worry."

“No rush,” replied Calum.

Fiona had already been informed by Megan. She didn’t need to wait for the latter to knock on her door and rub it in.

She joked, “What, you’ll miss me? Is Mr. Jones thinking about making this a real relationship after all?”

“Of course not,” Calum answered immediately, without hesitation.

Fiona’s smile instantly froze. She had hoped to preserve some dignity, but it seemed she had overestimated herself. She couldn’t stay a second longer, afraid that she might say something she shouldn’t.

“I’m going to bed. You should rest early too,” she said, rising and heading to the bedroom.

Watching her hurried departure, Calum furrowed his brows, feeling a strange discomfort in his chest. The feeling was unfamiliar and unsettling.

He suddenly called out after her. “Fiona.”

Fiona turned around, her voice trembling slightly. “What’s wrong?”

Calum was just as confused as to why he had called out to her. After a long pause, he said, “Let’s go get the divorce certificate tomorrow.”

Fiona winced. Her palm stung from the sharp pressure of her fingers digging into her palm, leaving crescent-shaped marks. She clenched her fists, and after a few seconds, she finally responded, “Alright.”

She turned and walked away, not looking back.

By the time Calum came to his senses, the door had already shut, leaving him alone in the empty living room. His brows furrowed even more, a sense of emptiness in his chest made him feel uneasy.

He dismissed these strange feelings as just the discomfort from drinking.

Fiona’s original plan had been to hire a moving company, but after packing her things, she realized she only had two suitcases—there was no need for such a large operation.

She woke up early, dropped off her belongings at a hotel near the law firm, and then went to work.

As soon as she sat down at her desk, Emily Rane came over, teasing, “Our model worker is late today! How rare.”

“Stop making fun of me, I need to ask you something.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“I want to apply for the firm’s apartment. What paperwork do I need?”

Emily blinked in surprise. “Fiona, are you joking? Our firm’s apartments aren’t available to just any lawyer. They’re reserved for those who have been to court and won big cases. You and I, we’re just the small fry handling civil disputes. No chance.”

After graduation, Fiona joined this law firm as an intern, and it was during that time that she married Calum.

She had been one of the most outstanding interns, strong in both skills and theory, but also the most laid-back. She didn’t fight for cases, avoided complex ones, and over time, became the firm's underachiever.

This gave her plenty of time to focus on being a good wife, trying to please the man she loved.

Looking back now, it was just a joke. After three years of work, she still felt like a newcomer. She patted her face. "Wake up, Fiona."

However, before she got her career back on track, she had to handle something first.

Fiona stepped out of the firm and called Calum.

“Hello, when do you have time today? Let’s go get our divorce certificate.”

Calum apologized, “Fiona, I’m really busy today. Maybe tomorrow, okay? I’ve got to go, bye.”

Before Fiona could say another word, Calum hung up.

She stood outside the law firm, staring at her phone for a long while, before turning to go back inside. Just then, the massive advertising screen in front of her flashed to life.

It was Calum’s face—her once beloved man.

Surrounded by a sea of romantic roses, he knelt with a diamond ring in hand, gazing up at Megan. “Megan, will you marry me?”

Megan smiled and extended her hand, accepting his proposal.

The two embraced and kissed, becoming the center of attention in Heliafield amidst the cheers and admiration.

Fiona watched as pedestrians stopped, cars halted, and time seemed to freeze.

Tears blurred her vision, and the world became hazy. She bit back the tears, not allowing herself to cry, until a handsome face appeared through the mist.

“No wonder Mrs. Jones decided to cheat. Turns out Mr. Jones had been unfaithful.”