Chapter 4

When he came out of the shower, my tears were gone. I scrolled my phone, numb.

He hugged me first. “Babe, last night ran late. I just remembered—happy birthday. I’ll have a present sent over.”

He’d barely been around these years. When I got sick, he sent an assistant to the hospital. On the anniversary of grandma's death, he sent one to escort me to visit Grandma.

Even when I miscarried and spent two weeks inpatient, he never showed—an assistant did.

He’d missed so much. Why would he remember a birthday?

I met his eyes. “Gavin, how long have we been together?”

“Many, many years.”

“Long enough to be tired of me, right?”

My heart skipped and left a hollow. I tried to stuff it with memories, but the more I tried, the harder the sobs came.

Anger flashed in his eyes. “Megan, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you mean?”

I tossed him my phone—screenshots of texts from a girl named Claire.

“Thank you for staying with me all night, Mr. Gunson. I was so happy.”

“We’ve been together all these years and you suspect me over a single text? I’m disappointed.”

He snatched up his phone and slammed the door.

He didn’t come home for half a month.

I next saw him on TV—attending a gala with a delicate, sweet girl on his arm.

He introduced her as his new secretary—Claire.

The clip trended. Netizens dug up our past.

They scolded him for keeping such a secretary—it disrespected me. Public opinion stood firmly with me.

Shares wobbled badly. With days to the public listing, scandal was forbidden.