Even Joyce knew that Chasel was openly having an affair with Serena. He never mentioned me again as if I was erased from his world.
I punished myself by looking through his posts over and over again, spending every night in tears and self-deception.
During the two years, I constantly argued with Chasel.
To distract myself, I bought a cafe near the city hospital.
During the days when Chasel lived with Serena, I often sat alone by the window, staring at the traffic and the crowd.
Inevitably, I would often hear depressed cries in my cafe.
Most of the people who came here had relatives being treated in the nearby hospital.
It may be a minor illness or a major one. Some people felt depressed, some cried, some remained silent, and some celebrated being cured.
The business was not good. But I felt satisfied to provide people with a place to sit occasionally.
I hoped that if one day I was about to face death, I could also have a place to stay.
On the second day after moving into the rented house, Joyce appeared at my door.
As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw her pulling a suitcase alone.
She grinned brightly and knocked on my neighbor's door violently.
I called her name and the door unfortunately opened at the same time.
A man in a suit opened the door. Before I could see the man's face clearly, Joyce's hand hit the man's chest with the gesture of knocking on the door.
Joyce froze and I immediately stepped forward to pull her back.
"I'm so sorry. My friend knocked on the wrong door."
After saying that, I pulled Joyce to return to my house.
Joyce still stood in the hallway in the same gesture and raved, "Your neighbors are pretty nice, and that handsome guy's chest had good hand feel."
I covered her mouth with my hand in case the house wasn't soundproof.
I echoed in agreement, "Yes, that guy was much stronger than Chasel, who's rich but looks thin."
As soon as we sat down, she took out a small notebook and suggested that I help her check the division of the property, so as to protect my rights.
Joyce worked as a lawyer. She had seen many cases of divorce of wealthy people, so she also wanted to give me some advice.
I shook my head.
The divorce petition was handed over to the court, and Chasel should have arranged well long ago.
As soon as we granted the divorce decree in the courtroom, he transferred 5 million dollars into my account almost immediately.