At that time, I thought his friend, Rowan, was a man. But actually, Rowan was his mistress.
Max just looked at me and left without saying a word.
Since then, he seldom went home. He was either on a business trip or went to see Rowan.
After seven months of marriage, he had not even touched my hand.
Only before I died did I find out about the affair between Max and Rowan.
I was reborn. In this life, I wouldn't indulge Max anymore. I was even glad that I had not made love with him, or I would definitely feel disgusted.
"She wants to buy a car. What does it have to do with me?" I said indifferently. "By the way, take some time to get a divorce."
Max said coldly, "What's wrong with you, Stella?
"You actually envy Rowan! She is just my friend. I treat her as my sister. You really get a dirty mind.
"You let me down! I planned to accompany you tonight, but now, you have lost the chance!"
Max's voice was cold, and then he hung up the phone.
He was waiting for me to coax him because I had always caved into his emotions.
Max came from a very humble background, and I was a wealthy lady, so I was always worried that something I said too harshly would hurt his fragile self-esteem.