chapter 5

Before Zhou Yan came out of the shower, I had already put his phone back where it belonged.

He didn’t notice anything unusual. Drying his hair, he told me to go to bed soon.

I didn’t respond, just stared at his bare fingers:

“You haven’t been wearing your wedding ring lately.”

His expression shifted slightly. He looked down, as if to cover it up:

“I went to play golf with someone before. I probably left it in the locker room. I’ll have my assistant look for it tomorrow.”

“You’re hurt, Yiyi. Go to sleep early.”

A surge of emotion rose in my heart, swallowing me like thick fog.

I could barely breathe.

I was silent for a long time before I managed a hoarse reply.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Yan called me softly: “Yiyi.”

“Are you asleep?”

He used a gentle tone, confirming again and again that I was asleep before getting up.

He went out to the balcony to make a call.

“Did you see my wife today?”

“Ranran, divorce isn’t as simple as you think.”

“You’ve always been obedient. Don’t start making trouble now, okay?”

Just a few steps away, separated by a glass door.

My husband was gently comforting his young lover:

“-Of course I love you. I love you the most.”

His voice was tender, lingering.

White smoke curled up from his fingers.

I stared at him in a daze.

Until Zhou Yan seemed to sense something and turned his head, meeting my gaze through the glass.

He froze: “…Yiyi.”

I closed my eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, “Zhou Yan, who are you calling?”