"Marcie's always on my back. It's freaking annoying!"

Sonya, who was beside Owen, seemed to have heard him talking to himself.

Looking surly, she wrapped her arms around his thin waist. In a tender voice, she coaxed him, "Owen, you have gotten a divorce. No one will tell you what to do now. So, forget those promises of not drinking and getting home early."

"Am I divorced?" Eyes closed, he chuckled. "Right. Marcie and I are divorced…"

I watched his happy expression, thinking, "I've loved him for many years, but I never received his affection in return."

He staggered around the room and mindlessly took a glass of wine someone handed him. He swigged the contents. Drops of the liquid streamed down from his lips to his neck.

Sonya bit her lip at Owen's sensual and seductive presence.

"Alright now." She interfered at the right time, intercepting the alcohol that others had extended to Owen. "We'll call it a night. Owen's drunk. I'll take him with me to get some rest."

With that, she helped Owen out of the lounge.

They slowly walked out of the lounge in silence and took the elevator to the 60th floor.

"Be careful, Owen." She helped him to one of the rooms and unlocked the door with a room card she had prepared.

"Here. Get into the room now."

Did fate cruelly condemn me to witness their intimacy?

Once they got into the room, she made him lie in bed. Right as she was about to remove his jacket, he sat up without warning and pushed her away. His deep eyes betrayed no emotions.

Taken aback, Sonya asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"I'll get myself another room." Owen got up and swayed, nearly losing his footing. He stumbled all the way to the door and happened to collide with the hotel manager who had walked down the corridor.

He told the hotel manager to get him a room and walked into the new room, after which he closed the door.

His behavior confused me. And I thought he had been waiting for this day forever—a night with Sonya.

The look in Sonya's eyes turned frosty and resulted in resentment. She muttered, "Why is he saving himself for that woman after they are divorced?"

…

The next morning, Sonya put behind the disappointment from last night and put on a perfect smile. Looking energetic, she held Owen's arm and took the elevator to the lobby from the 60th floor.

When we arrived at the lobby, we ran into a familiar face.

Standing in the busy crowds in the opulent lobby, Sonya smiled at someone in the distance while holding onto Owen.

She was staring at the hotel manager, who was also my childhood friend—Bianca Sanchez.

When I saw Bianca, I ran toward her in excitement, eager to spill the tea, but my spirit passed through her.

It wasn't until that moment I dolefully realized I was dead for good.

Bianca wore a professional suit and stood afar, her back straight. She cast an unfriendly look at the couple before her, who were leaning into each other.

With a smirk, she taunted, "Mr. Mancini, you're a lucky man. You have a wife at home and a harem out here. You must be having a lot of fun.

"But it's not healthy to have too much fun. I wonder if you'll struggle to keep up."

Owen stared at Bianca sternly without a word.

No longer smiling, Sonya took a step forward and stood in front of Owen like his protector. "Bianca Sanchez, this is between me, Owen, and his wife. It's not your place to comment.

"Five years ago, Marcie forced Owen to marry her with the backing of her powerful family. Owen and I wouldn't have separated if it weren't for her obsession with him.

"Had she not insisted on getting married, Owen wouldn't have been the subject of gossip in Alburton City and had his reputation ruined."

Bianca shot Sonya a caustic look. "What do you mean by ruined reputation? Do you mean they're calling him a kept man—or a heartless man?"

"Shut up!" Sonya glowered at Bianca. "I know what kind of person Owen is. You don't have the right to slander him!"

"That's really rich coming from his mistress!"

Sonya snapped at Bianca, "Owen and I knew each other before Marcie came between us. She's the relationship wrecker!"

"Is that so?" Bianca laughed disdainfully. "But I remember it differently. I thought you had dumped him for a richer guy."

Sonya glanced at Owen with guilt and quickly explained, "I wouldn't have left Owen if Marcie hadn't come between us."

Bianca sneered. "I think you got the chronology wrong."

Even a pet of five years would form a bond with its owner. But I gave Owen my everything for five years and still failed to win his heart.

Bianca didn't even look at Sonya. She shot Owen a sarcastic look. "I really hope you didn't fall in love with Marcie for real, or you'd regret it so badly when you realized what you've lost!"

I watched my best friend defend me in front of the cheaters. The thought of Bianca breaking down before my body at the hospital morgue filled me with sadness. I wanted to tell her not to waste any more time on Owen because he wasn't worth it.

Alas, Bianca was so furious at that moment that she might rip them into pieces.

I knew she felt indignant and mad at me for falling in love with him. She hated Owen for his ignorance.

Owen met Bianca's eyes and replied in a low voice, "I don't love her."

Bianca chuckled coldly. "I hope you'll remember what you said today. You'd better not regret it for the rest of your life."

After dropping the frosty remark, she left without hesitation.

…

Owen sent Sonya back to her apartment before driving back to work. He was as busy as usual in the office.

The hangover gave him a headache. After the meeting, he enjoyed a short break, during which he told Jessie to bring him a double-shot coffee.

While waiting for his drink, he scrolled through his personal phone. He hadn't received any new updates since last night.

I drifted over to his side and read the contents. I saw a text from Sonya again, inviting him to dinner.

He wrote back, giving her a rain check with the excuse of having something arranged tonight.

After that, he looked through all his messages and the call history. He seemed to be searching for something. What exactly was he expecting?

He lowered his gaze in silence. At the same time, Jessie came in with a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Mancini, coffee's ready."

He grunted, taking one last look at his phone. Then, he turned to Jessie and asked casually, "Did Marcie call?"

Jessie paused in surprise. She replied, "No."

Owen lowered his gaze without a word while Jessie watched him with a puzzled expression. I bet he had never asked about me because I was the one who had been pestering him in the past.

After having the hot coffee, he set down his phone and threw himself into work. At noon, Jessie ordered food delivery for him again.

He took a few bites and promptly frowned.

"Where did you order this lunchbox from?"

"It's from Sammie's." After some thinking, she inquired, "Is the food not to your taste? Would you like me to order something else?"

"Did you order lunch from the same place in the past?"

"No."

"Moving forward, just order from the old place."

Jessie glanced at him without a word.

He gave her a look.

"Why? Can't you?"

After some internal debate, she admitted, "Mrs. Mancini delivered your lunches before this."

Nervous, she added, "She has done that for years. Rain or shine, she will deliver your lunch on time. She told me not to let you know she brought the lunch in case you refused to eat it. That's why I kept it a secret from you.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mancini. I shouldn't have made the decision on my own."

Owen appeared to have gotten used to my cooking, and he couldn't take the food from other restaurants.

He said nothing, only waving to dismiss Jessie.

Then, he stared at the lunchbox with an inexplicable expression. The lunch before him looked decent, I thought. I wouldn't claim my homemade lunches as extremely delicious, but they tasted homemade. Besides, I always plated them nicely.

He checked his phone again, but there were no updates. Moments later, he put aside his phone and went back to work.

…

It was late when Owen finally wrapped up his work. Glancing at the time, he deliberated for a bit before grabbing his car keys and leaving the office.

He drove his car out of the parking lot back to the villa.

It had been two days since anyone was at home. The housekeeper and maids, who worked hard to keep the place clean and neat, were glad to see Owen home.

"Mr. Mancini, you're home. The maids will get dinner ready for you," said the housekeeper.

Owen removed his jacket and handed it to the maid. He asked the housekeeper, "Is Marcie home?"

The housekeeper shook her head with concern. "Mrs. Mancini drove out last morning and hasn't been home since."

"Okay." He coldly instructed her, "Get dinner ready."

"Of course."

Hadn't he noticed I was gone for two days?

He went upstairs into our bedroom. After pacing around the room, he realized most of my belongings were gone.

My clothes, bags, and shoes in the closet were nowhere to be seen; my skincare and makeup products were taken too.

As for me, the foolish woman who had waited for his return every night for five years was no longer around too.

Only then did he realize I had left—our home and him.

Staring at the empty bedroom, he was hit by an indescribable feeling. He retreated to the couch. That was when he laid his eyes on the wedding ring that sparkled under the lights.

He had the same ring.

He picked up the ring, emotions swirling in his unreadable eyes. He clutched the ring tightly, looking rather lost.

Perhaps, he thought I had chosen to leave him.

…

The next day, Owen returned to work as usual. During the morning meeting, he saw Sonya coming into the office.

After the meeting, he returned to his office and was a little surprised to see Sonya show up without giving him a heads-up.

"Why are you here?"

She set the coffee on the table and approached him. "Someone's too busy to meet for dinner tomorrow. I have no choice but to knock on your door."

He sat on his chair and stared exasperatedly at the mountain of work on his table. "This might take a while."

She thoughtfully replied, "It's fine. I can wait."

He grunted. "Take a seat for now. Tell Jessie if you need anything to drink."'

"Sure."

…

An hour flew past. Owen was done with work and about to have lunch with Sonya when he received a call.

He hesitated to pick up after seeing the caller ID. Only a few had his personal number.

The caller spoke in a frosty tone, "Owen, this is Bianca. Come to the police station."

He replied, "What's the matter?"

The only link between him and Bianca was me.

Sounding grim, she revealed, "We need you to sign the papers to cremate Marcie."

The family of the deceased was required to sign off on the cremation. Since my parents were dead, I had no other family aside from Owen.

We had signed the divorce papers but have yet to finalize the divorce. Hence, he was legally my only family.

Owen squinted dangerously. "What did you just say?"

He struggled to process the mentions of my cremation.

Bianca repeated icily, "I said Marcie needs to be cremated, and you have to sign off on it."

Unable to believe it, he demanded, "Do you think this is funny?"

"You'll know when you see for yourself." With that, she hung up.

A smirk played on his lips. "After two days of hiding, Marcie is finally showing up."

Sonya went up to him. She asked softly, "Owen, who was that?"

Jolted back to reality, he looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Sonya. I have something urgent to deal with. I'll have to skip lunch."

Taken aback, she nonetheless put on an understanding smile. "It's fine. Work is more important. Let's have lunch another time."

"Sure."

Owen grabbed his car from the underground parking and drove to the police station. He walked in, looking unbothered, still thinking this was a ruse that Bianca and I had devised to make him stay.

He was expecting to see me there with a smug look on my face.