Chapter 3

By the time I returned home, it was already the middle of the night.

The driver parked the car in the garage, and Vincent appeared disoriented, his hands trembling. His face was pale.

The driver closed the door and cautiously spoke, "You really don’t want to get checked out?"

Vincent got out of the car, leaning against the door. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Who took care of it?"

The driver immediately replied, "Jack has already contacted the owner of the surfing spot."

Vincent closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, forcing himself to straighten up. "You can leave now."

I anxiously called out, "No, you can't leave."

The driver, seeing Vincent's current state, grew more concerned. "Alpha, you don’t look so good right now."

He paused before asking, "What happened? Why go surfing so late at night? Did something happen?"

Everyone who was close to Vincent knew about his troubled marriage.

He wasn’t the heir of an Alpha, but due to his outstanding performance in the forest hunting competition, he had become the target of many Alphas trying to ally with him. Despite his background, he was still considered a chosen one.

But a person like him was unilaterally abandoned by me, a woman whom others labeled as a "gold digger."

That year, his wolf spirit nearly lost control and remained in a deep slump for half a year.

But I couldn’t let him lose that opportunity.

Vincent rubbed his head, giving the driver an impatient glance. The driver wisely refrained from saying anything more and turned to leave.

I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Although I knew there was nothing I could do, I still followed Vincent into the living room.

He went upstairs to the bedroom, but instead of sleeping on the bed, he curled up on a small bed beside it. His long legs had nowhere to stretch.

I crouched beside him and gently touched his forehead, but unfortunately, he couldn’t feel my touch.

Even the phone, lying on the floor, vibrated several times without him noticing.

I leaned over to look at the screen—it was Olivia.

Seeing him like this made my heart ache.

Fortunately, it was summer, so he didn’t need blankets, and he wouldn’t catch a cold.

As the first light of day began to break, he opened his eyes. His blue irises were bloodshot.

He glanced at his phone but quickly set it aside.

Then, he got up to take a shower.

I was puzzled.

Didn’t he see Olivia’s call?

Suddenly, I laughed softly. How could I forget? It’s early, she probably hasn’t even gotten up yet.

When Vincent came out of the bathroom, his phone vibrated again. I saw the name on the screen—it was Eric.

Vincent answered the call, and the voice on the other end said:

"Should we reschedule tonight’s meeting at the Grand Silvercrest Hotel?"

Vincent’s fingertips tightened around the phone, turning pale.

"Reschedule it."

I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Finally, Vincent seemed to be taking care of himself.

Eric quickly responded, "When would you like to reschedule for?"

But the next second, Vincent stared out the window and said, "Change the location."

"Where should we change it to?"

"Midnight Howl Bar."

Vincent’s response was immediate and without hesitation.

There was a brief silence on Eric’s end.

Midnight Howl Bar was a place where many Alphas and nobles went for pleasure—it wasn’t exactly suitable for business meetings.

However, Eric, accustomed to Vincent’s decisiveness, quickly regained his composure.

"No problem, I’ll book a private room for you."

Vincent hung up the phone.

I stared at him, my thoughts racing. That was the place where I worked before I died.

Did he... want to see me?

But I quickly shook my head. That couldn’t be it. Even if it had something to do with me, it was probably just his way of seeing how miserable I had become.

Or maybe, coldly, he would say:

"Chloe, aren’t you with that rich Alpha now?"

"Now you’re out here working as a bar hostess?"

Vincent had always been a gentleman. He probably wouldn’t say something so harsh.

But back then, in front of everyone, I held another man’s hand.

I stepped on him and crushed him into the dirt.

The sunlight was blinding that day. He stood there, his eyes red and terrifying.

His wolf spirit had nearly lost control.

At that moment, he really wished he could have killed me, this malicious woman, on the spot.

He couldn’t say those words to anyone else.

But to me, his ex-wife who had abandoned him, saying such things was not excessive.