After that day, Damon kept sending me breakfast, even though I threw it all away. He also waited for me to come home after work, but I always turned him down.

Even Carol, who had always been close to him, was starting to be ignored by him.

“Damon, why aren’t you replying to my messages?”

Even though we were in the process of getting a divorce, Carol was ready to celebrate, only to be met with Damon’s cold shoulder.

“We weren’t that close, were we? Am I obligated to reply to you?” Damon frowned and looked at her indifferently.

“Damon, you’ve changed. You weren’t like this before…”

Damon suddenly lost...