Chapter 2

After our marriage, I, who had never cooked before, started preparing meals for him, staying up all night on the sofa, hoping he would come home, managing everything at home, hoping my love would touch him. Yet, he was entangled with his first love, Valerie James.

It had been a month since we last saw each other, and I missed Grayson terribly.

One day, I went to his office to find him. Through the glass door, I saw Valerie sitting on his lap. I overheard their conversation.

"Grayson, when are you going to divorce her?" Valerie asked.

Grayson frowned slightly, as if reluctant to mention me, "You know I don't like her. I only married her because my grandfather was seriously ill."

Valerie leaned on his shoulder, pouting, "But I've been waiting for so long."

"Don't worry, Valerie. Soon, very soon, we can be together forever."

I pushed the door open, staring coldly at them.

I had thought that if I waited long enough and did enough for him, he would see my feelings and fall in love with me. But I never expected that someone else had already taken residence in his heart, and that person was Valerie, whom I once looked down upon.

While I was managing everything at home, they were being all lovey-dovey at the office.

My heart broke.

Valerie quickly stood up from Grayson's lap, looking a bit flustered, "Alexia, don't misunderstand."

"What am I misunderstanding?" I stepped forward, grabbing her hair in anger. "You're just a mistress, brazenly pursuing a married man."

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Grayson pulled us apart.

He pushed me away with such force that I stumbled and fell to the ground, looking both pathetic and ridiculous.

"Grayson, you dare push me! You actually pushed me for this woman!" I shouted, glaring at him with all my anger.

He seemed to realize he had gone too far and his tone softened suddenly, "Alexia, let me be honest with you. I never loved you. If it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have married you. I love Valerie."

After he finished, there was a deafening silence in the office.

"Once my grandfather passes, we'll get a divorce." Grayson's tone was so indifferent, as if we were complete strangers.

I screamed hysterically, "You're dreaming! I will never divorce you, even if I die!"

I didn't remember how I left the company or how I got home. I was in a daze, as if I had lost my soul.

Grayson didn't come back until his grandfather passed away.

One day, he returned. Seeing his figure, I was filled with hope, but there was a flicker of disgust in his eyes.

He threw the divorce papers on the table and said coldly, "Sign it."

I couldn't stop my tears, looking at him with red eyes, "What do you take me for?"

He sneered, "Don't you understand? If you hadn't used tricks, my grandfather wouldn't have insisted that you marry me."

I understood then. He thought I had deliberately approached his family, deliberately approached his grandfather. But he didn't know that I had liked him very much since I was a child.

"If you want me to sign, it will only be over my dead body!"

I still refused to sign it, my hands clenched tightly at my sides.

After hearing my words, he left without looking back.

I had to pull myself together. I couldn't lose him like this.

So, I found Valerie.

"This card has five million in it. Leave Grayson, and the money is yours." I straightened my back, pushing a bank card in front of her.

Valerie suddenly showed a hint of impatience, glanced sideways, curled her lips provocatively, and mocked, "Alexia, you're really funny. Do you think five million is enough to get rid of me?"

I frowned, "How much do you want?"

"When I become Mrs. Moss, I'll have all the money I need. I don't even care about just five million."

She took a sip of coffee, then shrugged, as if to assert her authority.

It was a blatant provocation.

Before leaving the café, she leaned down to my ear and taunted, "Alexia, you still don't know, do you? On your wedding night, Grayson came to find me. He can't stand to see me suffer even a little. On the days you don't see him, he's with me every night."

I was stunned.

Actually, I had known deep down that he was with her every day, but hearing it from someone else was unbearably painful.

I couldn't help but chase after her, grabbing her, and saying without hesitation, "How shameless are you, desperately trying to be a mistress? What would your parents think of you?"

"Don't think that just because you're temporarily Mrs. Moss means you've won."

She suddenly smiled, forcefully pulling my hand away, and walked toward the street, where a car was speeding toward her.

As I reached out to grab her again, I heard a "bang."

She was hit and rolled to the side, her arm bleeding profusely.