Chapter 2

Enthusiastic applause erupted around them.

Jacobs excitedly hugged Nicola, and they kissed again.

Hearing this expected answer, although I was prepared, I still couldn't avoid the stabbing pain in my heart.

I knew Jacobs called me here deliberately to make me see all this. He wanted me to back off.

I smiled bitterly and prepared to leave, but as I turned around, my phone received another message.

[They were right. Nicola married you only because you look like me.

Richardson, you're just a poor boy. I advise you to be sensible and divorce Nicola voluntarily.]

[You saw what happened inside just now, right? The person Nicola loves has always been me. You're just my substitute.]

A substitute? I suppose I already knew that.

Nicola didn't come back until the next day, bringing me many gifts when she returned.

"Richardson, I'm sorry. I worked too late last night. I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I slept directly at the company. These are gifts I brought you. See if you like them."

I pulled at the corner of my mouth. Nicola's lies came so easily.

There were still suspicious red marks on her neck.

I suddenly thought of the picture Jacobs sent me after I went back yesterday.

The picture showed Nicola's underwear.

They slept together last night, but she was still lying to me.

I suddenly really wanted to ask her.

Since you don't love me, why didn't you tell me earlier?

Why did you hide it from me and secretly be with him?

If she explained it clearly to me and just told me the truth, I wouldn't have pestered her either.

I didn't look at those gifts.

Only then did Nicola notice something was wrong:

"Richardson, what's wrong? Don't worry, I'll definitely have dinner with you next time. Please don't be unhappy, okay?"

I shook my head and got up, wanting to get some water from the table.

But I forgot that my right hand had long since lost its strength. I couldn't even hold an ordinary cup.

The cup fell to the ground. Nicola ran over and grabbed my hand: "Richardson, what's wrong with your hand?"

My fingers unconsciously grasped lightly, and I said indifferently: "Nothing, from that fall last time."

Nicola pulled me with heartache, full of guilt: "It's all my fault. I should have taken you to the hospital right away. Come on, I'll take you now."

She pulled me toward the door, but at that moment, her phone rang.

After Nicola answered the call, she looked at me with difficulty:

"Richardson, can I take you to the hospital this afternoon? I have something urgent I need to deal with right away."

I suddenly felt like laughing.

Nicola, you've once again missed the chance to know the truth.

I wonder if you'll regret it when you look back on this later?