I was stunned and didn't feel right explaining this to him, so I asked the question that concerned me the most.

"When did you start dating?"

Henry turned around, a hint of an unnatural expression on his face.

"It has nothing to do with you. Anyway, I don't love you anymore, so what's the point of asking this?"

I was going to tell Henry that I deliberately returned to take a look after sending off the client, and I happened to see the girl getting into another man's car.

However, seeing Henry's attitude, there was no way he would believe me even if I said so.

I sighed.

The man I had raised for eight years was finally taken by another woman.

Henry didn't know why I sighed. He thought I was reluctant to let go, so he hesitated for a moment and said, "Evelyn, you probably haven't been in that situation. My face blushes and my heart races when I see that girl. I'm happy doing anything with her and feel like I want to be with her for the rest of my life."

I smiled helplessly.

Why didn't I meet one? How could I have kept him for eight years without a second thought if this weren't how I felt when I met him?

But he didn't feel that way about me.

Henry didn't seem to care if I answered or not, as he was lost in his own world and continued to say what he wanted to say.

"You don't know that as soon as I see her, I feel endless inspiration, strength and courage. Even if one mountain stood in front of me, I could move it.

"You are so different. You can only see money in your eyes, while she can see the mountains and the sea, the stars and the universe, and the birds and the flowers.

"She is bright and kind, while you are ordinary and stupid. How can I say it? It's like she's a rose and you're just a wildflower in the mountains."

I looked at him in surprise.

I remembered clearly when we fell in love, he said I was a tulip, innocent and kind.

However, after eight years, the white tulip would turn into a nameless wildflower.

I suddenly realized what was going on.

I spoiled Henry so much that I left him with no self-awareness.

That was why he had the audacity to make cheating sound so justified.

I interrupted him to continue talking to himself, "Stop. It's just a breakup, and I've agreed to it. You can leave now."

A hint of surprise momentarily appeared on Henry's face. "I didn't say we were breaking up. Evelyn, can't you just be more generous?"

I thought I was going to drop my jaw in shock.