"We haven't had sex for a month. How about we make out on such an important day?"

Her hand was already feeling underneath me.

I was reluctant. Just as I was about to find an excuse to refuse, her phone rang.

She froze for a moment, and when she glanced at the caller, she soon jumped up and quickly ran away with her phone.

I could guess who it would be that would make her take it so seriously in the middle of the night.

She hid in the toilet to answer the phone. I glanced at the clock, she had been on the phone for half an hour, but it didn't seem like she was going to end the call.

Vaguely, I heard her happy laughter, and now and then she would act like a spoiled child as if she were a young girl who had just fallen in love and was flirting with her lover.

I walked to the balcony and smoked a cigarette, looking into the night with a myriad of thoughts running through my mind.

We met at a small company owned by my Dad's group.

At that time, I hid my identity as a rich boy and planned to start from the bottom. She was the one who received me.

At that time, Anna was just an unimportant staff in the marketing department. In her eyes, I was just a rookie who had just worked and came from a poor family.

Ever since we were together, I had secretly helped her get a lot of big orders. She was soon promoted to the general manager of the marketing department.

We met, had a crush on each other, and eventually fell in love. But in the end, things didn't work out and my parents didn't approve of us being together.

I fell out with my parents and insisted on marrying her. Although I didn't have the blessing of my parents, I lived a happy life with her.

I thought that loving each other was enough.

Until one day a director named Jonah Harvey was transferred to the company.

Later, I found out that he was Anna's senior schoolmate. Actually, he was her ex-boyfriend.

Jonah was handsome and sweet-mouthed, very good at coaxing girls.

From that day on, Anna's clothing style changed. She began to wear lace clothes and high heels and liked to take selfies in front of the mirror wearing black stockings.

I teased her once,

"Who are you dressing so beautifully for? I like purple."

She blurted out, "It's not for you anyway."

Realizing that she had said something wrong, she quickly explained, "Black makes people look more serious, which is needed in the workplace."

I hadn't noticed these changes at that moment.