When I caught them, she didn’t offer a single word of explanation.
Instead, she coldly demanded a divorce.
It wasn’t until I died that I learned the truth.
She had long since fallen in love with someone else.
So this time, I wouldn’t crash their baby’s one-month celebration.
Instead, I myself called the lawyer.
“Please draft a divorce agreement. Yes, the sooner the better.”
I chose to let her go and let her be with her lover.
I thought that as long as I stayed out of their affair this time—if I willingly agreed to the divorce—I could avoid another disaster.
But I didn’t expect that half an hour later, Cherity kicked down my door in a rage.
“Garland!”
Her eyes were bloodshot as she stormed in, grabbing my chin with brutal force.
“Talk! What did you do to Barrett? Where the hell is he?”
I stared into her eyes in shock, my breath catching in my throat.
“I didn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Clearly, in this life, I hadn’t gotten involved between them at all.
Weren’t they supposed to be hosting their baby’s celebration in their private villa right now?
Suddenly, Cherity let out a cold, mocking laugh.
“Cut the act. I know you were reborn,” she spat.