Chapter 4

I suppose that’s true.

At least I can be certain that in all our years of marriage, he‘d never argued with others on my behalf the way he did now.

"She didn’t have your privileged upbringing, yet managed to become so outstanding through her own efforts."

"Even if you resent her somewhat, you shouldn‘t jump to conclusions without hearing her explanation."

"Today, she just wanted to surprise you."

I suddenly felt my heart palpitate.

Yet his voice, utterly disappointed, still reached my ears.

"Claire, she and I have no future together. Why won’t you just let Moira go?"

He wanted me to let Moira go.

But when had Moira and he ever let me go?

I used refusal to communicate to make my position clear.

He didn‘t force me to comply, just drove in silence, speeding.

What should have been a twenty-minute drive became ten minutes.

When I got out of the car, I saw Moira standing at the door.

She immediately raised both hands in surrender, sticking out her tongue. "I came to get something. I’ll leave right away."

Her job abroad was introduced by Felix. Naturally, they‘d have work contact after she returned home.

I’d thought of this long ago.

I just didn‘t expect Felix would let her stay.

Looking at his resolute profile, I knew he was still angry.

As if telling me he was in charge of this house.

And I could only choose to accept it.

When his gaze swept over, I knew he was waiting for me to make peace with him. Perhaps then he’d magnanimously let Moira move out.

But I didn‘t. I just calmly walked ahead.

Moira stayed in the guest room farthest down the hallway.

Before bed, she said goodnight to me and apologized again.

I just coldly closed the door and lay down.

I couldn’t sleep.

So when my bedmate quietly got up in the middle of the night, I noticed immediately.

I just kept my eyes closed, hiding the tears gradually pooling beneath my eyelids.

The hallway light was on, and the door to the game room that was rarely opened stood ajar.

"Felix, this place is really amazing. You completely recreated the scene I described to you back then."

"I‘m glad you like it. I was worried it might be outdated by now."

"How could it be? I’m so touched..."

I leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling unsteady on my feet.

During the renovation, Felix had personally designed this game room.

He treated every detail with extreme precision, to the point where even I found it puzzling.

After all, he didn‘t interfere with any other part of the house’s design.

Only the game room—he wouldn‘t let me have any input.

It turned out it was all for Moira’s dream.

He probably dreamed of living in this house with her.

Unfortunately, if it weren‘t for me, he might have gotten his wish.

I stumbled back to bed in a daze.

That night, Felix never returned.

My last bit of love for him gradually dissipated with time.

At dawn’s first light, I finally got up, made a hospital appointment on my phone, booked a hotel room online, hastily packed a few items of clothing, and left.

As I passed the game room, the door stood wide open.

I looked straight ahead and left without a glance.

By the time Felix discovered I‘d left, I was already sitting in the presidential suite enjoying the sumptuous breakfast the server had brought.

My phone on the table rang incessantly. I patiently listened for a while. After the fifth call ended, it finally stopped.

I knew Felix wouldn’t call again.

His patience with me had always been limited.

Besides, the Shaw family had been declining, needing the Harper family‘s influence in the industry.

He was certain I was just temporarily angry and would never dare actually leave him.