Chapter 3

Chapter 3

1. The air instantly turned cold.

Oliver's previously tender expression vanished as he said indifferently, "So, you finally decided to leave the hospital."

Sylvie waved cheerfully, "Come on, Verena, join us for a bite."

She acted so familiar and enthusiastic, as if she were the true mistress of the house.

I was still getting used to my latest robotic body, and my walking was a bit awkward.

Sylvie burst into laughter, "Oliver, look at the way she walks. Doesn't she remind you of that stray dog that got caught stealing food and ended up limping?"

She sat in my home, mocking me, while my fiancé remained indifferent, even chuckling along.

"Verena, do you think you're funny? There's nothing wrong with you, yet you pretend to be sick and stay in the hospital just to get my attention?"

He glanced at me with disdain, "Why bother? It's pointless. In the end, you still came out looking pathetic."

Yes, it was quite pointless.

Especially now, with this robotic body, I couldn't even feel the physical pain of a broken heart.

I accidentally tripped over my own feet and stumbled forward, heading straight for Oliver's arm.

Suddenly, Sylvie stuck out her leg, and I crashed headfirst into the dining table.

My forehead hit the table corner hard, and the dishes clattered to the floor.

Sylvie screamed, "Ah, it's so hot!"

Oliver immediately stood up and grabbed her hand, "Let me see, where does it hurt?"

I didn't feel any pain, just the embarrassment of lying on the floor in an awkward position, struggling to control my body to stand up.

How could it be hot? The food had been sitting out for ages.

Oliver, usually so astute, was repeatedly deceived by her foolish and pretentious lies.

He seemed to revel in it.

Sylvie's eyes reddened as she looked at me with grievance, "Verena, if you don't like me being here, you could have just said so. Why make such a scene?"

She touched her hand and suddenly realized, "Is it because I'm wearing your ring? You misunderstood. I wanted to buy one too, and since our finger sizes are similar, I borrowed it from Oliver to try it on."

"Verena, don't overthink it. I'll give it back to you right away."

She pretended to take off the ring, but Oliver stopped her.

"There's no need to return it! It's yours now!"

He looked at me coldly, as if I were an unsightly stain on a spotless floor, "Verena, I thought you had come back with a clear mind, but you're still so petty and jealous."

"Sylvie just borrowed the ring, and you deliberately tried to burn her. I've never seen anyone as malicious as you!"

Sylvie feigned concern, "Don't be mad, Oliver. Go check if Verena is hurt. I heard a loud thud when she fell."

The floor was covered in soup and grease, and I was drenched in food, struggling to get up, slipping with every step.

Oliver's eyes flashed with disgust, "She deserves it! She tried to harm you but ended up hurting herself. She should learn a lesson! Don't worry about her."

"What a waste of food."

I thought numbly, now I was worth less than a single strand of Sylvie's hair, even less than this table full of food.

All my years of heartfelt devotion had turned into a joke.

Seeing me silent, Oliver grew even angrier, looking down at me with his arms crossed, "Doing something like this is truly disgraceful."

"Verena, don't you think you owe Sylvie an apology?"

I doubted my ears.

She was in my home, wearing my ring, holding my man, and she injured me, yet I had to apologize to her.

It was absurd that Oliver could say something so ridiculous.

His blind indulgence of Sylvie had reached an absurd level.

A surge of anger rose within me, but it dissipated like a cloud before it could erupt.

The system had maxed out my emotional threshold, making sure I stayed rational and emotionless.

He couldn't stand my emotional outbursts over the years, so he had the system make this adjustment for me.

I opened my mouth and mechanically said, "I'm sorry."

Sylvie smiled triumphantly.

Oliver, however, grew even angrier, "Stop pretending! Everyone knows your petty, jealous nature! Now you're acting all pitiful and magnanimous, thinking I'll feel sorry for you? Dream on!"

I didn't understand what he was angry about.

He had repeatedly trampled on and humiliated me. Once, I had been heartbroken and fought back fiercely, which only made him escalate his provocations.

Later, I gave up, stopped fighting, and admitted defeat.

But even winning didn't seem to make him happy.

He used to call me crazy, and now he was irritated that I wasn't acting crazy.

It seemed like nothing I did was right.

Oliver, seething with anger, pushed me aside and helped Sylvie upstairs, leaving me with, "Clean up the mess on the floor. It's an eyesore."

"Such a buzzkill."

It was indeed embarrassing to ruin the mood of my fiancé and his lover in my own home.

I looked at the mess on the floor and thought, the world had finally gone mad in unimaginable ways.