Those days, I frantically called him. His phone was either unreachable or he didn't answer.

Finally, when it did go through, it was Layla who answered.

Layla asked innocently who I was and told me Levi was in the shower.

My last bit of hope was shattered.

Under my mother-in-law's sarcastic remarks, I signed the divorce papers and moved out of the Davis residence with the 200,000.

"Fine, I'll give you another reason."

I forced back my tears and looked at him stubbornly. "Levi, listen to me. I never loved you. I wasn't happy with you. So I want a divorce. Is that reason good enough?"

His fingers holding my chin tightened noticeably.

Disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Maybe this was a man's nature. He could abandon me, but the divorce couldn't be my idea.

Not wanting to see him anymore, I pushed open the car door and got out.

Back at the rental, I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to sleep.

But the more I tried to sleep, the more awake I became.

My mind was filled with memories of being with Levi.

I remembered the first time I met Levi was at a university basketball match.

As the basketball team captain from another school, he was outstanding in both skill and looks.

Even before he arrived, his reputation had spread through my school. The girls were waiting early by the basketball court to see him.

My roommates and I watched our senior practice on the training court that day.

For some reason, the ball Levi was dribbling suddenly changed direction and hit me, knocking me out.

When I slowly woke up in the school infirmary, the first thing I saw was the face my roommates described as godly.

He was young, handsome, and sunny.

He asked me with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I..."

Before I could answer, my roommate, Stella Harris, shook her hand and said, "No, Ella is not okay. She was born with a head condition and it's sure to relapse now."

I was a bit confused.

"I don't have it."

"You do. You just forgot," Stella said, giving me a big wink.

I finally caught on and nodded belatedly.

"Yeah, I have a head condition."

Levi looked at Stella, then at me.

Then he took a paper and pen from the table. He wrote down a number and handed it to me. "The doctor said you're fine for now. If your head condition relapses, contact me. This is my number."

"Okay, thank you."

I awkwardly took the note.

After Levi left, Stella snatched the note from my hand and danced with excitement.