Chapter 2

• Her smooth forehead was cut, and Julian immediately hugged her and walked out.
• Before leaving, he looked at me with disappointment in his eyes. "Aurora, I am so disappointed in you."
• I gently lowered my arm, which was already blistered, and the last trace of hope for Julian disappeared from my heart.
• He used to be a man who would feel sorry for me even if I just scratched my skin, but now he couldn't see the gruesome wound on my hand.
• His eyes were all on that young female assistant.
• I chuckled self-deprecatingly and whispered to myself. "It's all over."
• Dragging my tired body back from the hospital, I hadn't even entered the bedroom when I heard a faint moan coming from Julian and Lana's bedroom.
• "Julian, slow down, slow down!"
• Lana's scream came through the door crack into my ears.
• As I opened the door, I saw Julian riding on Lana's back, thrusting forcefully.
• I didn't know how long I stood at the door, forcing myself to listen to their lovemaking in a sickening way.
• When the door opened, I saw Julian tenderly cleaning the stains on Lana's thighs.
• Julian had claimed to have OCD, and after every time we made love, he would ask me to clean up in the bathroom.
• The pain in my heart became more apparent.
• It turned out, he only had OCD with me.
• Lana was the first to notice me, deliberately clinging to Julian's neck and saying sweetly. "Julian, your wife won't be angry if she finds out, right?"
• Julian kissed her on the cheek and said gently. "Why would she be angry? Everything she has now is given by me, unless she doesn't want to be Mrs. Finch."
• I sneered, feeling the irony of our relationship over the years at this moment.
• It took Julian a long time to notice me, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.
• Seeing me expressionless, he seemed to assume that I hadn't seen his affair with Lana.
• He threw a pair of underwear at me. "Lana's underwear is dirty, go wash it for her."
• Since being with Julian, I had been washing his intimate clothing for him.
• My once pampered hands were now willing to do these things for him.
• But now, why should I?
• I threw the underwear on the ground and said coldly. "Julian, we're getting a divorce."
• Julian was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Divorce? You want to divorce me over this?"
• I nodded, feeling both heartbroken and strangely resolute.
• If this relationship has turned sour, then I don't want it anymore.
• Julian's mocking expression froze instantly, a hint of panic flickering in his eyes, unnoticed even by himself.
• "Aurora, it's because of you that Lana got hurt. I brought her back home for you, just to have you wash a pair of underwear. When did you become so petty?"
• Petty?
• I chuckled.
• Who can tolerate their husband cheating right in front of their eyes?
• And who can bear watching their husband make love to his mistress in their own bed, while the wife stands at the door?
• Looking at the wedding photo of Julian and me on the bedside table, I felt nothing but irony.
• I didn't want to say more to him, so I turned to leave.
• Julian noticed the bandaged wound on my hand and hurriedly came over to hold my hand.
• "What happened to your hand? Let me take you to the hospital."
• I was about to pull my hand back when Lana suddenly screamed, "Ah, Julian, I'm feeling a bit unwell."
• Without hesitation, Julian let go of my hand and rushed over to Lana.
• Lana provocatively glanced at me and pretended to be embarrassed, saying, "It's all your fault for being too rough just now. I'm in pain down there, and it seems like I'm bleeding..."
• Upon hearing this, Julian picked up Lana and rushed out.
• He bumped into my shoulder directly.
• The already injured hand throbbed with pain once again.
• Julian turned his head, hesitated, and gave me a fleeting glance. "Aurora, your hand is already bandaged anyway. I'll take Lana to the hospital first."
• Watching him hurriedly leave with Lana in his arms, my heart turned cold in an instant.
• Looking at the home I had carefully decorated, I forced a smile, turned around, and left without looking back.