Chapter 5

Leaving that room that made me sick, my heart suddenly felt lighter.

Actually, I'd had enough years ago.

I started packing overnight.

Wesley was truly angry. After coaxing Michelle to sleep, he went straight back to his room.

He habitually ignored me, just as he had throughout these years of marriage.

I'd also gotten used to his indifference.

After packing my and my son's belongings, I went to the study.

When the company was first established, I held quite a few initial shares.

Even though Wesley had deliberately diluted them later, the shares I held were enough to overturn the balance of power in the company.

After taking out what belonged to me, I found a drawer full of letters.

I randomly opened one. They were all letters he'd written to Lester.

In every letter, he mentioned my son and me.

Seeing the content inside, I finally understood the reason for his favoritism.

"I'm raising our daughter very well. Don't worry, I won't let Lena and her son bully our daughter."

"Michelle can say 'mama' now. Every night I hold up your photo and tell her you're her real mother."

"Lena is just a live-in nanny taking care of her."

Every sentence, every word was like a blade stabbing into my heart.

The fact that Michelle was his biological daughter made my stomach churn. I felt so sick I bent over and dry-heaved.

Through thick and thin together until now, I'd given everything.

Ten years of marriage, but it was full of lies.

Suppressing intense nausea, I photographed all the letters that could serve as evidence.

Then I tore them up one by one. As shredded paper scattered across the floor, Wesley pushed the door open.

His expression changed, but it all turned into the annoyance and disgust that settled between his brows.

"Lena, where are your manners?"

"Who told you to touch my things?"

I looked at him calmly.

His frown deepened. "What are you looking at? Why aren't you going to take care of Michelle?"

In my hand, I still clutched the last letter he'd written yesterday.

In that letter, he'd even arranged to be buried with Lester after death.

Smiling, I slowly and firmly tore the last letter into pieces before his eyes.

"Wesley, I wish you and Lester happiness and harmony in your future days. May your family of three be blissful forever."

"I'll fulfill your perfect love story. I wish you an early reunion."