Levi's tense lips were visibly relaxed. "I'll ask one more time. Where do you live?"
"Wherever you live is where I live."
"Then hurry up and get back home?"
"..."
Soon, he drove me in his Cadillac.
I leaned against the car door, looking at Levi in the driver's seat.
The sunset filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on him. It made him look like a meticulously crafted work of art.
I had to admit that Levi was outstanding.
He had the physique, the looks, and was excellent at his job. Otherwise, I wouldn't have impulsively agreed to marry him back then.
It's just a pity...
I sighed softly, trying to speak as calmly as possible, "Levi, we got married to help Grandpa's health. Now that he's gone. There's no need to pretend anymore, and besides..."
His expression was a bit scary.
My voice unconsciously lowered. "And I already took a 200,000 breakup fee from your mom. It's not good to go home with you."
Levi clearly laughed out of anger.
He slammed the car to a stop by the roadside. He tugged at his already loose collar, and said, "You're proud of selling me for 200,000?"
"The 200,000 is breakup fee. After all, I gave up a year of my youth."
I wasn't proud of it either.
His mother threw the 200,000 in my face to make me leave her son. That kind of humiliation couldn't be erased by just 200,000.
"Did I agree to the divorce?" he said.
"Why wouldn't you agree? Once we're divorced, you can be with Layla."
I looked at him, puzzled. "Levi, I'm being so considerate. Shouldn't you reward me with another 200,000?"
Levi angrily grabbed my chin and forced my face towards him.
"What does Layla have to do with this? Ella, shouldn't there be a proper reason for a divorce?" he said.
Wasn't this reason good enough?
Now it was my turn to laugh out of anger.
No, I cried out of anger.
Levi, how dare you!
One early morning a month ago, he was urgently called away by a phone call.
He hastily called me the next afternoon, saying he had to go to Manvelle for a secret major case and couldn't contact anyone unrelated.
I believed him.
Every day, I worried he would get hurt, suffer, or get tired while handling the case...
But a week later, I learned from a friend that he wasn't handling any secret major case. He was on a vacation with his lover, Layla Moore.
My mother-in-law threw intimate photos of him and Layla, along with the 200,000, in my face. I could hardly believe it.