She was my high school classmate, and we were very close back then.
She was the only one who knew about my secret crush on Jack Sullivan,
Later, she went abroad to study, and we lost touch.
I never imagined she would turn out to be Jack’s soulmate.
In this life, as soon as the five–year term was up, Jack stopped pretending with me.
He moved out of my mansion overnight, throwing away the ring I had given him.
The trash can in his room was filled with gifts I had once given him.
Even during our last intimate moment, I was the one who initiated everything.
The last thing he said to me was:
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“Don’t make things difficult for her.”
Those five simple words set me on edge.
“Are you really that eager to leave me?” I asked.
He turned his back to me, his voice low and hoarse:
“Mia Coleman, we were never meant to be together.”
For many days after he left, I couldn’t sleep.
The night was bitterly cold in the early hours.
I stubbornly drove out of the mansion.
Mrs. Liu heard the commotion and tried to stop me.
“Miss, should I call the driver? It’s too late for you to drive alone. Where are you going?”
I didn’t know what to say. I cleared my throat.
After a moment of silence, I said, “Mrs. Liu, it’s fine. I have something to do.”
Mrs. Liu couldn’t persuade me, so she called the driver to follow behind me.
At 5:30 AM, I arrived at Jack’s apartment.
5
I knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time.
I thought he must be sound asleep and was about to leave to find a place to wait.
Suddenly, the door opened.
“Mia?” Jack opened the door, looking at me in disbelief, his eyes still heavy with sleep.
As if on cue, a figure appeared behind him.
Sophia Williams, wearing a sexy nightgown, had one hand on Jack’s arm.
“Jack, who is it?” she asked, turning to look at me with a meaningful gaze.
“Long time no see, I’m Mia Coleman,” I introduced myself.
After my introduction, all three of us stood there in awkward silence.
“You investigated me?” Jack finally spoke, his tone full of impatience and accusation.
I had thought Jack would have a lot to say to me.
But his first words were an irritated question.
My heart sank. Looking into his eyes, I asked slowly and deliberately:
“I just want to ask you one thing: during these five years, did you ever love me?”
Sophia’s expression changed. She clung to Jack’s arm affectionately, her voice dripping with sarcasm:
“Miss Coleman, Jack has told me everything. You did save his life, and he’s repaid that debt over the years. Now that the five years are up, shouldn’t you let him go?”
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“Besides, it was just a contractual relationship. Miss Coleman, don’t tell me you actually thought it was love?”
“Shut up! I wasn’t asking you!” I raised my voice, startling Sophia.
“Jack, look at her. What kind of person is she, bullying me just because she’s rich,” Sophia said, burying herself in Jack’s arms pitifully.
“Mia, no, Miss Coleman,” Jack said.
“The five–year term is up. We should go to the registry office to finalize the divorce soon.”
Without needing to ask further, Jack had made his stance clear.
“Fine! Don’t regret it!” I said, leaving in a huff.
Behind me, I could hear Sophia’s mocking laughter.
“Jack, after all these years, you still have such charm. Looks like I’ll have to keep a close eye on you from now on.”
I couldn’t hear Jack’s response as I walked away.
I returned home in a daze.
6
The next day, we went to the registry office to finalize our divorce.
I rushed back to the mansion and cleared out everything related to Jack Sullivan.
Then I contacted my assistant.
“I hear Jack Sullivan is starting a business soon. Cut off his funding sources, remove him from the company, blacklist him in the industry, and have him sign an IOU for the $500,000 we paid to ransom his brother.”
“Also, spread rumors that the Williams heiress seduced a married man. Make sure her reputation is ruined.”
“Lastly, what’s the latest on the Sullivan family’s old enemy, the Guthrie family?”
My assistant replied, “I heard they’ve been looking for Jack Sullivan everywhere.”
“Then leak information to the Guthrie family. Let them handle it as they see fit.”
After making all the arrangements, I finally lay down on my bed with some peace of mind.
My sister rarely called me, but she did today.
“Mia Coleman, congratulations on being able to be yourself again.”
“Sis, I just got divorced. Is congratulations really necessary?”
“Men are a dime a dozen. I’m coming back tomorrow night at 10. I’ll introduce you to some men then.”
My sister is my mom’s daughter from her previous marriage.
People say she’s just like me, inheriting our mother’s genes.
They say we’re unfaithful, fickle, and like to play with men.
I’ve become numb to hearing it.
As soon as my sister arrived, she dragged me to a bar.
She complained about my outfit the whole way there.
“Look at you, did getting married turn you into a housewife?” she said.
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She pulled out a black low–cut long dress from her bag and coaxed me into wearing it.
“Now that’s my sister,” she said approvingly.
“Mia Coleman, you’re a rich kid. Why act so traditional? You used to be quite the party animal.”
I rolled my eyes at her.
“Vanessa Coleman, is this how you’re supposed to guide your little sister?”
“Haha, don’t tell Mom,” she laughed.
In my previous life, when I was Jack Sullivan’s devoted wife, I never went to bars.
It was because Jack said he didn’t like noisy places like bars.
“I heard there are some pretty good–looking guys here tonight. It’s my treat, I’ve ordered them all for you,” Vanessa said.
“Consider it a celebration of your single status, and a belated birthday party.”
The memory of eating cake alone on my birthday flashed through my mind, leaving a bitter taste. But I quickly pushed it away.
