Chapter 3
That company didn’t profit at all. The yearly revenue, aside from the fixed 100 million Blake sent, was supplemented by funds from the Harris Group.
The company’s business was wide–ranging, and every product he had created had appeared on that woman, Megan.
I found Megan’s account on Facebook.
She was living comfortably in a seaside villa. In her latest update, she held hands with a man.
The caption read: [My dearest you, worlds apart, yet so close.]
I zoomed in on the picture. The man wore the same ruby wedding band as Megan, and there was a white mark on his wrist.
Blake had once told me he didn’t like wearing rings. That was why, at our wedding, everything was there except for the rings.
I really thought he didn’t like them. I made a bracelet by hand and put it on his wrist. That day, he kissed the bracelet, saying it was his amulet and that he’d never take it off.
But as soon as he saw Megan, he took it off.
He didn’t dislike wearing rings. He just didn’t want to wear one with me.
I scrolled further. On February 14th, Blake gave Megan a sapphire necklace carved from the finest stone.
That day, Blake gave me a necklace made of blue diamonds.
On July 7th, Blake bought the best silk and made a full set of clothes for Megan.
That day, Blake gave me a silk scarf.
I flipped through the pages, burying myself in the pillow, laughing wildly in silence, my body twitching.
My pulse seemed to stop in this madness.
In Blake’s eyes, I was just a sidekick to Megan, a scapegoat.
All the gifts he gave me were just afterthoughts prepared for Megan.
Five years of love, gone in a moment.
I cried the whole night.
During that time, Blake sent me a message.
I used to think he loved me, that he always wanted to know how I was doing.
Now I realize he was just afraid that I, the scapegoat, would run away.
If that was the case, how could I let him get what he wanted?
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The next morning, I contacted my lawyer, asking him to cancel all my identity information as quickly as possible.
Blake came back in the middle of the night. As soon as he entered the house, he eagerly buried his face in my shoulder.
“Caroline, did you miss me? I couldn’t sleep a wink last night without you.”
The dark circles under his eyes made it seem like he hadn’t slept a bit.
If this had happened before, I would’ve been deeply touched.
But now, I didn’t dare to move.
He didn’t love me. This pretentious look of deep affection made me sick!
“Shy?” He looked down with a laugh, pulling me into his arms and with a soft moan from me.
I was like his doll, not cared for, not even considered if I was asleep.
Tears slipped down the corners of my eyes, quickly absorbed by the pillow, as though sadness had never been there.
The next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Blake’s grim face.
Thinking about his reputation, I flinched in fear.
“Your phone’s ringing. What did you cancel?”
I quickly looked at my phone. It was a message from the lawyer.
He had already taken care of canceling my identity, and in three hours, it would be final.
I smiled awkwardly, “It’s nothing. Just an email account I used before. It had been inactive for so long, and I was worried it might be reclaimed, so I just canceled it.”
“Mm.”
Blake leaned closer to me, his gaze intense, gripping the back of my head as if trying to steal every breath I had until I had no strength left and collapsed in his arms.
“Caroline, don’t lie to me. Don’t betray me.”
I nodded desperately, tears brimming in my eyes.
The terror was so intense that my fingertips grew cold.
Soon!
Soon, I would escape from him!
Soon, Blake would never have Caroline by his side again!
Just then, my phone rang, and Blake took a step back.
“What? Megan’s back? Who brought her here? Wait for me. I’m going now.”
Blake’s voice was dark, and he hurried out without even looking at me.
I kept telling myself to breathe.
Before leaving, I still had one thing to do.
Even though I had canceled my identity, I didn’t want the name Caroline to be linked with Blake anymore.
I steadied my emotions and received a message from the private investigator.
2:23 PM
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It was a string of numbers. Megan’s phone number.
“Hello, I’m Blake’s wife. Let’s meet.”
