Chapter 3

When Willow heard about my decision, she hugged me tightly. "You need to rest well since you just had an abortion," she reminded me.

On the way to the airport, I passed by Henry's Maybach. A woman with a high nose and deep-set eyes sat in the front passenger seat. Her golden, slightly curled hair cascaded over her shoulders, enhancing her exotic charm.

Meanwhile, I was wrapped up in a thick down jacket, a fluffy hat, a mask, and gloves. From head to toe, I was hidden.

Henry didn't recognize that the black-clad woman dragging a suitcase was me.

His luxury car was parked by the roadside, and the stunning Rushnian woman was practically draped over him. Soon, they were kissing passionately.

I didn't bother watching. Instead, I kept walking—until Willow's call came in.

There was hesitation on the other end.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She replied, "I saw your husband with a Rushnian woman…"

She must have been nearby and witnessed the same scene. And like me, she must have been disgusted.

"It's fine," I said with a cold smile.

On the other end of the line, Willow sighed.

"I'll drop you off. I had something earlier, so I couldn't be there. Send me your location, and I'll drive to you."

Willow then hung up.

In less than five minutes, a stylish red Mercedes pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, revealing Willow's slightly flushed cheeks.

"The car's warm. Get in. It's about an hour's drive to the airport. I'll take you there."

I nodded, placed my suitcase in the trunk, and sat in the passenger seat.

We chatted casually on the drive. An hour later, we arrived at the airport's international terminal.

Willow accompanied me inside.

My flight was at 4:00 pm, so I waited in the lounge for a while. That was when I came across a trending video. The caption read, "Shocking news! Business tycoon Henry Lane is actually tying a woman's shoelaces!"

I tapped on it.

The video only showed the woman's lower body—a white skirt, delicate, fair legs, one foot slightly extended. Her shoelace had come undone.

A man in casual clothes was kneeling before her, carefully tying her shoe. His expression was soft, tender.

That same face had once looked at me with such affection. But now…

In the comments, people swooned over him.

"Ah! If only he were my husband!"

"Henry is so gentle and considerate. His wife must have saved the world in her past life!"

"Which lucky woman got to marry Henry? Oh my God, I'm going to faint!"

"Quick! Show your face and let everyone see what Henry's wife looks like."

"I heard Henry was married, but I didn't expect that after three years, his relationship with his wife is still so good!"

Everyone talked about how wonderful Henry was and how lucky his wife must be. I scoffed, but my tears still fell.

I closed the video and quietly waited for boarding.

"Don't be sad," Willow murmured, handing me a tissue. "Henry's not worth your tears."

She wasn't great at comforting people, but she was trying her best.

I hugged her tightly. "Goodbye. Take care of yourself."

"You too. When you get to Ausnia, eat well, sleep well, and have fun. Make new friends—don't just stay home alone."

I thanked Willow for her concern.

"Attention all passengers of Ausnia Airlines flight JQ5015. Your flight is now boarding. Please proceed to gate 12 if you have not boarded yet. Thank you for your cooperation."

After hearing this announcement, I left to board the plane. Willow watched me leave before turning to go.

I massaged my temples and wearily turned off my phone. Exhausted, I sank into my seat and drifted into sleep.

The flight from Crestia to Ausnia was about ten hours. When we landed, I turned my phone back on. There were dozens of missed calls and all of them were from Henry.

I hesitated. What was this about? Had he finally noticed my absence? Was he regretting it now? Was he trying to win me back?

Too bad—I didn't need him anymore.

But the phone kept ringing, and I had no choice but to pick up his call.

As soon as the call connected, Henry's frantic voice came through. "Yelena, where are you? Why can't I find you anywhere?"

I pursed my lips and sneered. "Henry, how's it going with your little lover? She twisted her ankle, right? How is she now?"

Henry fell silent for a moment before he hurriedly said, "Yelena, listen to me. Our relationship isn't what you think."

Even now, he was still trying to justify himself and avoid taking responsibility.

He always played me for a fool, thinking he could get away with anything because I was clueless.

What a habitual liar!

"So, what is it? Is it the kind of relationship where you end up in bed together?" I retorted.

There was a long silence on the other end before he hoarsely replied, "How do you know? We always communicated in Rushky… Could it be that you—"

I scoffed. "Henry, you never really knew me. I can understand Rushky. I lived in Rushnia for two whole years. Also, I left you a little gift on the table in the living room."

Soon after, I heard the sound of a box hitting the floor, followed by a distant shout.