I still remembered our wedding day. Caroline had looked into my eyes and said, In the whole world, only you are genuinely good to me. Everyone else has ulterior motives. I love you, and I will never get tired of you.
And now? The ink on the divorce papers wasn't even dry, and I was already nothing to her.
We returned to the apartment to finalize the separation.
The moment we walked in, Caroline marched to the living room wall. She ripped our wedding photos down, smashed the frames, and burned the prints in a metal bin.
"Harrison. Delete everything involving me." Her tone was cold, imperious. "I don't want any traces left behind."
She looked at me like I was a stranger. An employee she was firing.
"Okay."
I didn't fight her. I took out my phone and began the purge. WeChat, QQ, phone number—deleted. Every photo with her face—trashed.
As the storage bar cleared, I stared at the screen. I expected pain. Instead, a weight lifted off my chest.
It was over.
Caroline snatched my phone, scrolling through to make sure I hadn't hidden anything. Satisfied, she zipped up her suitcase and dragged it toward the door.
At the threshold, she paused.
"Harry."
Her voice softened—the nickname she hadn't used in months.
I looked up. Despite everything, a lump formed in my throat.
"People have to look out for themselves, don't they?" Her eyes held no guilt. "Don't blame me. Blame yourself. You're just... not exciting enough. Not outstanding."
With that, Caroline Henson walked out of my life.
I listened to her footsteps fade down the hallway. Light. Bouncy. She was already surging with excitement, eager to call that second-generation heir from the Manhattan elite circle she'd been bragging about.
I walked to the window and looked down.
Her best friend was waiting at the curb. Beside her, a man leaned against a luxury car—slicked-back hair, arrogant smirk.
He leaned against a car worth millions, a Rolex glinting on his wrist. Every inch of him screamed old money.
"Caroline!" her best friend called out, waving. "Congratulations on the divorce! You've finally escaped that sea of misery!"
She gestured to the man beside her. "This is my husband's close friend, Finn Sullivan. He told me he has a thing for women like you."
Caroline's cheeks flushed pink. Her gaze swept over him, and greed ignited in her eyes.