"I just don't like it when a useless person tries to teach me how to do things. It makes me ill," I said.

Harry's face turned a ruddy red. He looked like he had more to say, but I turned around and left.

I didn't want to stay there for even another second. I would just be torturing myself if I did. In fact, I feel filthy just being around them.

…

My feet subconsciously brought me back to the university that Rosalie and I attended. We had seen each other for the first time at the university gates.

Rosalie was adored by everyone, while I was just a nobody from the sticks.

A shocking burglary gave me the chance to get closer to her. I threw myself in front of Rosalie to protect her, getting stabbed twice in the process.

As I teetered between life and death, I could only use the single paper crane I had on me to soothe Rosalie's frazzled feelings. A sense of responsibility had also spread through my chest at that moment. I knew that it was my duty to protect her no matter what happened.

My efforts had paid off in the end, but I hadn't expected someone else to steal my glory.

Harry, who was in the same major as us, took credit for being her savior and successfully got close to her. Eventually, he managed to win her heart as well.

It was then that I learned that if I loved someone, I couldn't just watch them from afar. I had to take the initiative to let them know about my feelings.

I had no choice but to keep my distance as I watched Rosalie and Harry be happy together, silently protecting her from afar as her acquaintance.

None of us expected Harry to just be fooling around with her.

Harry didn't bother taking care of Rosalie after they got together. In fact, when he had to decide between furthering his studies or staying in the country to be with her, he didn't hesitate for even a second to abandon Rosalie and move abroad.

He told her that the disparity between their families was too big, so they wouldn't have a happy ending even if they stayed together. Thus, it was better for them to separate early instead of dragging things out.

Rosalie fell into a deep depression after Harry broke up with her. She never smiled anymore, and she tried to end her life multiple times.

I stayed by her side and guided her back to the light, pulling her out of the abyss of her heartbreak that nearly cost her her life.

Eventually, we got married, and I dedicated my entire self to helping Rosalie with her business.

Rosalie had once confessed that she would only love me for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately, the wonderful days didn't last.

…

Harry returned to the country after his family declared bankruptcy.

That was also when Rosalie began to show signs of hesitance.

Her eyes were always brimming with heartbreak and sympathy when she looked at Harry. She also tried to curry favor with him whenever she spoke to him. She even went so far as to assign him a position in the company while bypassing all the usual employment procedures.

Although Harry had hurt her so deeply in the past, she was more than willing to open her arms and accept him into her life again. She even made exceptions multiple times for his sake.

Rosalie had never extended such privileges to me, even though I was her husband.

A sour sensation spread through my chest at the thought.

Truth be told, I should have known from the start that Harry's importance in Rosalie's heart had never diminished. She had simply carved out a tiny space for me.

Unfortunately, my allocated space was too small. I was a greedy person and wanted to have a person's everything if we were together.

Since I couldn't have all of Rosalie's heart, I might as well leave her now.

"Weren't you acting all high-and-mighty earlier, Cameron? Are you regretting your actions now?"

A sharp and mocking voice pulled me out of my memories.

I frowned when I saw Rosalie's arrogant face. It was unbelievably frustrating to run into the two of them wherever I went.

Rosalie called out to me when I turned around and prepared to leave.

"Let's see how long you'll keep up your act. I can't believe you even ran away from home. In the end, you still came back here to reminisce about the past."

Playing the role of the mediator, Harry pretended to advise me as well.

"She's right, Cam. It's time to stop causing a fuss. Ms. Smith didn't eat or sleep just to look for you. Don't you feel sorry for her?"

He then approached me and tried to pat my shoulder, but I swiftly dodged away.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands," I said.

Rosalie's temper exploded. "Don't be so ungrateful. Harry's being respectful."

Her tone turned smug when she noticed what I was holding. "Stop making a fuss and come home with me. How can you claim not to miss me when you bought my favorite cake?"

Rosalie approached me and tried to take the bag from me, wearing a coy expression.

I didn't spare a glance at her when I tossed the bag into the trash, saying, "You're overthinking. I only bought the cake because I was craving it. Tell your dear Harry to buy it for you if you want to eat it."

I hailed a cab and headed home after I was done speaking, ignoring Rosalie's hysterical cries that echoed behind me.

…

Rosalie kicked open the door minutes after I arrived home.

Her eyes were bloodshot as if she had cried before coming over.

"Do you have some loose screws in your head, Cameron?" she wailed. "Why would you corner me like that in front of all the employees? You even exposed our relationship. Did you even stop to think about how the employees will see me now?"

Harry chimed in, "She's right, Cam. You were inconsiderate this time. Ms. Smith is already having a hard time keeping such a big business running smoothly. Why did you cause more trouble for her?"

It was obvious that Harry's words aimed to praise Rosalie while belittling me, giving off the impression that I wasn't earning my keep.

"Did you do what you did because of me, Cam? There's nothing going on between Ms. Smith and me. Maybe I should leave. I don't want the two of you to argue because of me. I'm sorry, Ms. Smith. I didn't mean to ruin your relationship. I should just move back abroad."

I had to give it to Harry. His reverse psychology tactics were incredibly effective.

Rosalie immediately panicked. She grabbed his hand and exclaimed, "Where are you going? You don't have to leave. The company is your home. This has nothing to do with you. It's Cameron's fault for being so petty."

After comforting Harry, Rosalie turned to me and spat, "Can you stop being so petty, Cameron? You're a grown man. The way you're acting is ridiculous. If you continue behaving like this, I'm going to divorce you!"

She gleefully arched her brow when I remained silent, assuming that she had gained the upper hand.

It wasn't the first time Rosalie had threatened me by telling me she wanted to get a divorce. She started using this method against me about half a year ago when Harry first returned to the country.

We often got into arguments after that day. Rosalie would threaten to divorce me every single time to force me to concede to her, and I would give in every time because I loved her too much.

However, I didn't want to give in anymore. A sense of relief spread through me when Rosalie once again suggested that we get a divorce.

Rosalie assumed that she had accidentally provoked me when she noticed my darkening expression. She said, "I don't actually want to divorce you, Cameron. I just—"

I interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.

"Let's do it. Let's get a divorce."