For three years, fueled by Joyce's promise to treat me well for life, I had worked so hard in business to provide her with the best life.

Joyce hadn't worked for three years. I had pampered her at home, and her days were filled with shopping and dining with friends.

Completely out of touch with reality, she had even forgotten about bank transaction notifications.

When I exposed her in public, her expression darkened.

"Grayson used to treat me well. He just returned and needs money in all aspects. I just wanted to help him. It's not what you think!"

I scoffed, "Does he have a hard time? Is it harder than what I went through?"

Joyce's lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

She finally felt a hint of guilt, her eyes filled with regret and shock, and a trace of subtle concern.

I was taken aback.

How long had it been since I had seen concern in Joyce's eyes?

Ever since Grayson returned six months ago, Joyce had changed completely, chasing after him all the time.

She insisted she no longer loved Grayson and only wanted to make up for past regrets.

But her eyes exposed her.

She could fool me with words, but her eyes betrayed her.

I had tried to be magnanimous, pretending not to notice her intense feelings, thinking she would return home once she grew tired.

But what did I get in return?

She had gone too far.

At first, she would just cling to my arm and tell me to go out with friends. Later, she would just leave home without a word, showing me cold indifference.

When I returned home, no prepared meals were waiting for me.

Only unwashed pots and dishes remained, and a messy pile of clothes scattered across the bed.

Joyce must have spent a long time picking out which dress to wear to meet Grayson.

After cleaning up, I hastily cooked something for myself and devoured it in a few bites.

Countless nights, I sat in the living room smoking until dawn, never hearing the sound of the door opening.

Touching my empty and aching stomach, I quickly showered, downed a cup of coffee, and dove back into work.

With a painful heart, I smiled bitterly.

I realized I remembered every little thing from the past six months clearly.

"Joyce, it's over."

…

Joyce wanted to say something else, but Grayson, who had rushed over, grabbed her arm.

He coughed weakly several times, and Joyce immediately shifted her gaze from me to him.