Chapter 2

Willow's POV

"Madam, your divorce decree with Mr. Owen has been processed as per his request."

Mr. Davies, the lawyer, respectfully handed me the final divorce papers.

I took the papers, softly hummed, and stared blankly at them.

"If you have no other instructions, I'll take my leave."

I nodded, not speaking.

The lawyer relaxed and immediately stood to depart.

I gripped the divorce papers tightly, my mind buzzing, wanting to cry but unable to.

My phone rang. It was Caleb.

"Willow, did you get the divorce decree?" His voice was as deep as ever, but this time, it held a rare hint of tension.

"Yes."

"It's just a sham divorce, don't worry about it. Once the scandal blows over, we'll get remarried, okay?" He quickly added.

"Okay."

He cautiously continued, "I'll leave work early tonight. Want to go out for dinner?"

"Sure."

Hanging up, I looked at the divorce decree in my hand and suddenly started to laugh.

As I laughed, my cheeks grew cold, and tears dripped onto the paper.

I was Caleb's first love.

In college, I was walking past the sports field when Caleb hit me with a basketball.

From then on, Caleb started his relentless pursuit of me.

He brought me breakfast every day and walked me back to my dorm from the library every night.

I casually mentioned a cake shop I liked, and Caleb would drive halfway across the city and wait in line for three or four hours just to buy it for me.

After graduation and starting work, to take care of me, he, who had never stepped into a kitchen, learned to cook.

Later, I found out Caleb was the heir to the Owen family, one of the wealthiest in the country.

But I was just an ordinary girl. My parents passed away, and I only finished my studies through scholarships and part-time jobs.

How could someone from my background ever be worthy of the Owen family?

So I broke up with him.

Caleb refused.

He waited outside my apartment building for seven days and nights, refusing to leave even when a severe storm hit.

I watched his resolute figure from my window upstairs, standing in the pouring rain, and finally, my heart softened.

To get his mother to agree to our marriage, Caleb pleaded with Eleanor for three days, enduring her furious disapproval and extreme conditions, until she finally gave in, and he married me three years ago.

After we married, he spoiled me rotten.

For my birthday, he booked all the giant screens across the city. For our anniversary, he chartered the most luxurious yacht for a trip out to sea.

If I had a fever, Caleb would drop his overseas projects and fly back overnight.

When I had period cramps, he'd rub my stomach all night, not sleeping a wink.

The entire internet envied Caleb and my love story.

Everyone said I was lucky, marrying into a wealthy family and marrying for love.

Everyone praised Caleb as a rare good man.

Every time I saw comments online, my heart swelled with happiness.

This man had suffered so much for me; I wished I could give him the best of everything in the world.

Yet, this very Caleb, two months ago, suddenly brought home a woman named Daisy.

Caleb said, "This is my brother Oliver's girlfriend. He was killed in the line of duty, and she's pregnant. As his brother, I have to take care of her and ensure his child is safe."

I believed him.

My heart ached for Daisy. I often visited her, chatting, cheering her up, taking her shopping, buying her gifts, diligently caring for her on Caleb's behalf.

But gradually, things started to feel off.

Caleb and I had planned to go to the movies, but Daisy said she had a prenatal check-up, so our date was canceled.

I was running a high fever, but Daisy called in the middle of the night, and Caleb immediately got up and left.

His excuse was that Daisy had a nightmare about his brother.

When I landed after a business trip, Caleb, who was supposed to pick me up, bailed again.

Because Daisy was scared of thunder. I had to take a cab home alone in the pouring rain.

No matter what we were doing, one call from Daisy could always make Caleb leave.