Chapter 2

The apartment that Selena and I bought together on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

On the way, I asked the housekeeper to check my experiences and assets over the past five years.

I actually used all the funds in my personal accounts, including eight million dollars in a Swiss bank, all for living with Miss Selena.

the apartment we live in now , I paid for almost all of it myself .

I can't believe it.

Eight million dollars, just like that, I squandered it all? For a woman who's cheating on me right in front of me?

The elevator stopped on the 32nd floor. Amy hesitated for a few seconds on the doorbell before pressing it.

"Come in," a woman's languid voice came from inside.

I pushed the door open and entered, but the scene before me made me pause for half a second at the doorway.

On the sofa, a blonde woman was nestled in the arms of a man in a suit, their posture so intimate it was nauseating. The woman was likely Selena; she was wearing a silk robe, her long hair disheveled, clearly having just experienced something.

That man must be Lucas; he was smugly patting Selena's shoulder.

When they saw me come in, they both stiffened for a moment. Lucas's hand froze in mid-air, and Selena subconsciously pulled her robe tighter.

But just three seconds later, they recovered. Instead of separating, they became even more inseparable.

"Oh, our 'hero' is back?" Lucas deliberately emphasized the word 'hero,' his eyes full of mockery, as he kissed Selena's hand. "I thought you'd be in the hospital for a few more days."

Selena playfully patted Lucas's chest, then looked up at me with a face full of annoyance, showing no remorse whatsoever: "Adrian, I heard you were in a car accident? You can walk so quickly, looks like you weren't seriously injured."

She paused, her tone becoming even more cutting: "Or is this another one of your carefully orchestrated schemes to gain my sympathy by feigning helplessness? Seriously, can't you be a little more cunning? This little trick is so childish."

I watched the two people performing in front of me with a blank expression .

Selena, still seemingly unsatisfied with what she had just said, continued, "Since you're so petty, even arguing about me making friends, I think we really need to reconsider our relationship."

As she spoke, she pulled a bank card from her bag and slammed it on the coffee table . "Starting today, I'm freezing your card. I just bought Lucas the Patek Philippe he'd been eyeing; it was a bit pricey at 500,000. "

Lucas smiled smugly . "Honey, you're so good to me."

The two talked about their gift-buying behavior as if no one else was around .

Looking at all this, I felt no anger, no pain, only a deep sense of disgust and confusion.

Is this the woman I loved madly before I lost my memory? Is this the woman who made me give up my family inheritance?

That's a joke.

"I have no interest in your performance." I pulled the divorce papers directly from the inside pocket of my trench coat and slammed them onto the coffee table without any ceremony. "Sign it."

Selena's expression changed instantly when she saw what was on the paper. She sat up abruptly, her robe slipping down to reveal her pale shoulders, but I didn't even bother to look at her again.

"Divorce papers? Adrian, are you crazy?" Her voice rose eight octaves. "You think I'd give in to your threats?"

"A threat?" I sneered. " You're not worthy of my threats ."

Lucas stood up, adopting a hero-saves-a-damsel-in-distress stance: "Hey bro, watch your manners when you talk to ladies."

Without even looking at him, I continued speaking to Selena, "This apartment is yours; I'm leaving with nothing. You should thank me for my generosity."

"Generous?" Selena glared at me angrily. "Adrian, don't forget we jointly bought this apartment! And for the past five years, I've been supporting you, you good-for-nothing!"

"Useless?" My voice was low and dangerous. "Then you should get a divorce even more. You can continue with your soulmate and stop putting up with this piece of trash."

Selena was a little flustered by my sudden calmness. I had never spoken to her in this tone in the past five years.

"What...what exactly do you want?"

"I want freedom." I picked up a pen from the table, handed it to her, and said, "Sign this, and then we'll never see each other again."

Lucas chimed in, adding fuel to the fire: "Honey, just sign it. This apartment was always meant for you. This guy's just a spineless gigolo."

Selena listened to Lucas's words, then looked at my expressionless face , a flash of anger crossing her eyes .

She thought I was playing hard to get, trying to win back her attention by pretending to be resolute.

"Fine, I'll sign!" She snatched the pen and slammed her name on the agreement. "Adrian, this is your own request, don't regret it!"

"I will never regret it."

The moment I watched her sign her name, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Finally... finally free.

I don't want to make money and then have to give half of it to this random woman .

"Hahaha!" Lucas burst into laughter. "Selena, did you see that? This guy really left with nothing! He doesn't even have a decent set of clothes, still wearing that tattered trench coat."

Selena couldn't help but taunt, "Adrian, are you sure you won't regret this? Don't come begging me to take you in when you're homeless. But even if you did, I wouldn't agree."

"That's right," Lucas said smugly, his arm around Selena's waist. "From today onwards, this is my and my baby's love nest. You, the third wheel, can get lost."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"The new watch I ordered should have arrived," Lucas said smugly as he walked towards the door. "A limited edition Patek Philippe, half a million dollars. My darling bought it for me."

Three people stood outside the door: a middle-aged man in a bespoke suit, followed by two professionals wearing white gloves, carrying several exquisite cases.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Sterling's address? We're here to deliver goods," the middle-aged man asked politely.

"Oh, these must be mine!" Lucas exclaimed excitedly, stepping forward. "My name is Lucas, and I'm Selena's boyfriend. She must have bought all of these for me."

"Did Miss Selena order this?" The middle-aged man looked at the list in his hand, somewhat confused. "Then may I ask which one of you is Mr. Adrian Sterling? We need his signature for the delivery."

Lucas pointed at me impatiently: "That guy in the tattered trench coat is Adrian, but Selena bought all these things for me, so you can just give them to me."

One of the assistants handed him an ordinary watch box: "This is Mr. Lucas's Patek Philippe."

Lucas eagerly opened the box, revealing a silver Patek Philippe watch, indeed quite valuable. He immediately put it on his wrist and showed it off to Selena: "Honey, look at this! There are only three in New York! It's perfect!"

Selena's eyes lit up with admiration: "So beautiful, Lucas, you have excellent taste."

"Hurry up and open the remaining free gifts!"

However, the middle-aged man's expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing Selena's words : "I'm sorry, Miss Selena didn't order the other items. We need to find Mr. Adrian Sterling himself."

"What do you mean?" Lucas's expression changed. "The rest weren't bought by Selena? Then who bought them?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the list, then looked at me: "Sir, are you Adrian Sterling? We have a valuable gift to deliver to you."

"Yes, that's me." I stepped forward.

The middle-aged man immediately transformed, bowing respectfully: "Young Master Adrian Sterling, I am Richard Howard, Regional Director of Patek Philippe New York. Your family butler has entrusted us to deliver this special custom-made item."

What?!

Amy's documents fell to the ground, and the champagne glass that Lucas had just picked up shattered with a "crack".

Family butler?

One of the white-gloved agents opened a specially made combination lock box.

Inside lay a black and gold wristwatch, its dial engraved with intricate European emblems, every detail exuding an indescribable air of luxury.

"This is a unique piece, specially made for a European royal family in 1847; it's the only one of its kind in the world," Richard said respectfully. "Besides that, there are also haute couture garments bespoke for you on Savile Row."

Another box was opened, revealing a dark gray handmade suit, with every detail, from the tie to the cufflinks, perfectly crafted.

Lucas looked at the watch on his wrist, then at the unique royal piece, and his face turned deathly pale.

His "limited edition" looks as ridiculous as a cheap knock-off compared to this one-of-a-kind piece.

"This...this is impossible!" Lucas stammered. "He's just a good-for-nothing who lives off a woman! How could anyone send him something like this?"

Richard frowned. "Sir, please watch your words. Young Master Sterling is our most distinguished client."

I took the watch and put it on my wrist, then took the suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire room completely changed.

An invisible pressure emanated from me, the natural majesty of someone from the bloodline of a top European conglomerate.

Richard and his two assistants bowed their heads even more respectfully, while Amy was too shocked to speak, only able to utter "Ah... Aba aba..." sounds.

Selena and Lucas stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

They suddenly realized that when I said "I'll leave with nothing," it wasn't because I had nothing, but because I simply didn't care about these things!

"Richard, thank you for your service." My voice regained the dignity befitting an heir to the Sterling family .

" Okay, we 'll take our leave now ."

The three men respectfully withdrew, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

I straightened my cuffs, not even glancing at Selena: "The divorce papers have been signed. I'll arrange for a lawyer to handle the formalities tomorrow."

"Wait..." Selena's voice began to tremble, "Adrian, who exactly are you?"

I stopped and glanced back at her: " None of your business ."

Then I pushed open the door and left, leaving three people completely devastated.

In the hallway, I heard Lucas's hysterical roar: "This can't be! He's just a gigolo! I'm going to destroy him!"

A cold smile crept across my lips.

I have many enemies, but you are definitely not one of them.