The Unloved Possession

Jane Green's POV

Andrew Lopez and I had sex for nearly an hour. He kept going until I was completely exhausted, and finally released inside me with a low growl.

My body was covered in tiny beads of sweat, and my eyes were a bit hazy as I looked at Andrew's face—handsome as an ancient Greek god.

Like usual, I reached out to wrap my arms around Andrew's neck, but unexpectedly, he pushed my hand away.

I felt a bit awkward, sensing that today's Andrew was somehow different from usual.

He quickly pulled out, naked, and put distance between us.

I sat up and watched as Andrew ignored my presence, as if I were a stranger.

Though I felt unhappy, I could only accept his coldness.

He put on his pants slowly and methodically. When he fastened his belt, his powerful waist with its eight-pack abs was quite tempting. My gaze lingered on his waist for a moment.

Ever since Andrew and I started having sex, I've really liked his powerful waist. Each of his thrusts could bring me physical thrills.

Andrew might not be a great boss, but he was definitely a great bed partner. Maybe it was because things were so harmonious in bed that our contract marriage had remained quite stable over these three years.

Yes, he and I were in a contract marriage. Our contract stated that we could discuss anything except love.

Including what positions we should use in bed to give each other pleasure.

After fastening his belt and putting on his black shirt, Andrew spoke to me casually as he buttoned it up.

He said, "Nancy's coming back..."

Hearing Nancy's name, my body stiffened involuntarily.

A mixed feeling suddenly welled up inside me. I tried hard to adjust my emotions so as not to look so pathetic.

Nancy Gonzalez was Andrew's true love, his first love that he'd been waiting for four years. Compared to this first love, I, Jane, was just an insignificant bed partner.

I could feel it—he loved Nancy!

Now that Nancy was coming back, I, the contract wife, probably needed to exit the stage.

I forced myself to adjust my emotions, clipping the body armor securely at my side while offering Andrew a perfunctory smile.

I asked him, "So? What do you want to do?"

Hearing my tactful response, Andrew was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

When he buttoned the last button on his shirt, he coldly instructed me, "I'll have my secretary draft a divorce agreement..."

Hearing "divorce agreement," my body stiffened noticeably again. Afraid Andrew would see my loss of composure, I quickly got out of bed, picked up Andrew's suit jacket, and draped it over him.

"Okay, I'll sign..."

Hearing my answer, Andrew seemed quite unhappy. He lifted my chin with his hand and asked, "So obedient?"

I smiled.

Could I not be obedient? I was just a contract wife. I knew my place clearly.

Back then, my mother was critically ill and needed a million dollars for surgery. I couldn't come up with the money, and Andrew solved my crisis.

He brought the contract with him when we got our marriage license, and then he paid for my mother's medical bills and all the follow-up rehabilitation costs.

During the three years we've been married, he's never treated me badly. Fifty thousand dollars in household expenses is deposited into my bank account on time every month.

To some extent, I'm not just Andrew's wife—I'm more like a parasite who depends on him for my glamorous life.

Would a parasite dare not be obedient?

I knew my place.

Smiling, I buttoned up his shirt for him, one button at a time.

I said, "You and Nancy are true love. What right do I have to hold onto the position of Mrs. Lopez?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep my distance from you and won't let Nancy notice we ever had any relationship."

My words seemed to satisfy Andrew.

He patted my face and turned toward the bathroom to wash up.

Andrew's POV

I don't know why.

Just now, when I proposed divorce to Jane, and she so obediently agreed, I suddenly felt very irritated.

We'd been contract spouses for three years, and I'd slept with her for three years.

I thought she should have some feelings for me, right?

But from her expression when she agreed to the divorce, she seemed to have no feelings for me at all.

I'm so excellent, and I've treated her well. Over these three years, she's been my only woman—I haven't even looked at other women.

I thought when I brought up divorce, she should feel at least a little reluctant, right?

But now...

I felt very uncomfortable.

After washing up casually, I left the bathroom.

Looking up, I saw Jane like a docile little cat, barefoot, bustling back and forth in my villa's living room.

She'd prepared me a bowl of oatmeal with milk and, as usual, obediently handed it to me.

"Have some oatmeal, it's good for your stomach."

"We're getting divorced soon, so I probably won't be able to make you oatmeal anymore. You work so hard—you need to take better care of yourself."

Jane's words made my heart sink.

What did she mean by that? Was she trying to get me to ask her to stay?

Did she think this would make me take back what I said about divorce?

Impossible!

The woman I love has always been, and should always be, Nancy.

Images from four years ago flashed through my mind. After my parents died unexpectedly, I fell into endless darkness. It was Nancy who burst in like a beam of light and pulled me out of my depression bit by bit. I once thought she was my salvation.

But she was also the one who, at our engagement ceremony, decisively abandoned me, turning me into the laughingstock of the entire city, transforming my salvation into my greatest humiliation.

These four years, I worked desperately, became a top celebrity, took control of the Lopez Group—all to prove that without her, I, Andrew, could still stand at the peak. But when news came that she was returning, I discovered that deep in my heart, besides hatred, there was also a trace of anticipation I didn't want to admit even to myself.

I wanted to ask her—why, back then?

I gulped the oatmeal Jane had made. Instantly, the warmth in my stomach made my whole body feel better.

I shoved the empty cup into Jane's hands.

To show my determination to divorce her, I deliberately said, "I'll give you extra compensation in the divorce agreement..."

I'm sure Jane understood what I meant.

As a top celebrity in the entertainment industry and the head of the Lopez Group, I never lack money. Jane's been so accommodating just to get more benefits for herself.

Jane didn't refuse the compensation I mentioned. I figured she must be quite happy about it.

Just as I was about to discuss some divorce details with her, Nancy's call came through.

Seeing Nancy's number, I turned and moved away from Jane.

As soon as I answered, Nancy's bell-like voice came through.

She called to me, "Andrew... I'm already at the airport. You said you'd come pick me up..."

"Andrew, why aren't you here yet?"