He frowned: "Sienna is sensible; she won't. Besides, I gave her five million; that’s enough to dissipate her anger. When I go back, I’ll buy her a new car."

No sooner had he finished speaking than urgent knocking came from outside.

Assistant Xiao Zhang rushed in through the rain, his expression more panicked than ever, his tie crooked.

Julian’s heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly: "What’s wrong? Is it... has Sienna’s wound become infected?"

Xiao Zhang shook his head, handed over a document with both hands, his voice trembling: "Mr. Fu... Auntie Wang brought this to the office just now, crying. Ma'am... she’s gone. This is the divorce agreement she left behind."

"What?"

Julian’s pupils contracted, and he snatched the document.

The paper was thin, yet it felt heavy as a thousand pounds.

The line at the top, 【Divorce Agreement】, was still piercing, and in the bottom right corner was Sienna’s elegant yet forceful signature—the date was today.

Attached to it were the heartless clauses he had written himself three years ago while drunk.

He had written them off the cuff and forgotten them entirely, yet she had kept them, hiding them for three full years, and now they had become the blade that severed the last connection between them.

"Impossible..." Julian’s face turned deathly pale instantly, his fingers trembling violently, "How could she dare... this is fake! She’s just throwing a tantrum!"

Xiao Zhang kept his head down, not daring to look at him: "Mr. Fu... it’s real. The lawyers say the paperwork is already completed. Ma'am took everything, leaving only this behind."

Xiao Zhang opened his palm, where the simple gold wedding band and a cold key lay.

"Boom"—something exploded in Julian’s brain.

He violently pushed away Chloe, who was trying to support him, grabbed his car keys, and dashed outside.

"Julian! Where are you going?"

Julian ignored her, jumped into his sports car, slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the engine let out a beastly roar as it charged into the pouring rain.

Returning to the villa, the moment he pushed the door open, Julian nearly suffocated.

Empty.

It was too empty.

In the entryway, her usual pair of pink slippers was gone.

In the bathroom, the pairs of toothbrushes were reduced to a lonely single blue one.

The walk-in closet was half-empty; her clothes, her bags—not a single item remained.

Even the succulents she had grown on the balcony had been taken.

Only the inconspicuous cardboard box in the corner of the living room remained.

Julian rushed over, his trembling hands tearing open the tape.

Piled inside in a chaotic mess were all the trinkets he had tossed her over the years, items he had long since treated as trash:

Two expired movie ticket stubs—the day he promised to see a movie with her but was called away by Chloe halfway through, and she watched the entire film alone.

A box of unopened cold medicine—he had bought it at a pharmacy when she had a fever and tossed it to her before leaving to celebrate Chloe’s birthday.

There was even a sticky note he had scribbled on and discarded, which she had carefully smoothed out and collected.

She had taken everything that belonged to her, but had abandoned all these "trash" items—relics of his sporadic handouts and symbols of irony—right here, along with himself.

"Where did she go?!" Julian spun around, grabbing Auntie Wang by the collar with red eyes, roaring.

Auntie Wang was startled and cried: "Sir! She’s gone! She really left! What more do you want?! She had a high fever when she left, and she was limping; you left her at the police station to fend for herself, and now you come back looking for what?!"

"She said the biggest regret of her life was being blind enough to fall for a heartless man like you!"

Julian felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, staggering back two steps.

"She went to her parents' house? Yes, she must have gone to her parents!"

Julian, as if grasping at a straw, rushed back into the rain.

The gates of the Sienna's family villa were shut tight.

The person who opened the door was Sienna’s brother, Liam, a well-known medical expert who was usually gentle and refined, but at this moment, his eyes were as cold as a scalpel.

"Liam!" Julian was soaked to the bone, "Let me see Sienna! I know I was wrong; I’ll change, I’ll bring her home!"

"Home?" Liam adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and let out a cold laugh, "Mr. Fu, I cannot bear to be called brother by you. When Sienna wanted to marry you, the whole family opposed it, and she knelt on the floor for an entire night begging. And what happened? These three years, what did you treat her as? A nanny? A punching bag? A blood bank for Chloe?"

"Do you have no idea how much she suffered and how much blood she lost in your house? You could even bear to send her to a detention center?"

Liam stepped forward, grabbing Julian by the collar, his voice low but filled with bone-chilling hatred:

"Julian, the Li family has tallied every single cut. Don't even dream of knowing where she went. In this life, you will never see her again."

"Get out!"

The gate slammed shut in front of him.

Julian stood frozen in the rain, looking at the closed door, and for the first time, he realized clearly—

Sienna didn't want him anymore.

The Sienna who had waited in place no matter how coldly he treated her or how much he hurt her had truly disappeared.

Chapter 10

Three days later, in the noisiest bar in the capital.

Julian lay slumped in the corner of a VIP booth, empty wine bottles rolling around his feet.

He was unshaven, his usually immaculate shirt as wrinkled as salted vegetables, his eye sockets sunken; there was not a trace of the cold, stern CEO remaining.

The booth door was slammed open, and his childhood friend, Gu Yan, strode in. Seeing Julian in such a state, his brow furrowed, and he stepped forward to grab Julian by the collar, dragging him up from the sofa.

"Julian! Look at what you’ve become!"

Julian’s eyes were blurry with drunkenness as he mumbled incoherently: "Sienna... Sienna emptied the house..."

Gu Yan was so angry his temples throbbed, and he swung his fist, striking Julian hard in the face!

With a "bang," Julian’s head was knocked to the side, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but he merely wiped it away with the back of his hand, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"What the hell are you pretending to be heartbroken for now?" Gu Yan didn't let go, berating him, "Sienna was such a good girl. Those of us brothers saw clearly how she treated you for three years! She would have given you her heart, and what did you do? You threw it on the ground and trampled it!"

"Chloe sheds a tear, and you lose your soul! Sienna has a high fever and burns, and you make her cook! Sienna is dragged away by the police, and you’re drinking tea with Chloe! Is your heart made of stone?"

Julian’s eyes were hollow, and he didn't refute.

Gu Yan was even angrier, shoving him back onto the sofa: "Do you remember last winter, when you had the flu with a forty-degree fever, it was Sienna who watched over you for three days and nights without sleep, wiping your body every half hour to bring the fever down! She was exhausted, yet she was afraid of worrying you, so she forced herself not to tell me! And you? What were you doing? You were fixing the plumbing for Chloe!"

"You always say it was out of responsibility, for Chloe's sake. But in my eyes, you’re just stupid! Just blind!"

"Do you know who you call out for every time you get drunk and hold me? It’s Sienna! Not Chloe! That scarf you specifically detoured to buy when you returned from a business trip, saying you thought Sienna would look good in it—what happened? You turned around and gave it to Chloe because she said she liked it!"

Gu Yan leaned in, teeth gritted: "Julian, ask your conscience, do you really not love Sienna? You fell in love with her a long time ago! To the bone! It’s just that you were too arrogant; you held onto that unattainable obsession from your youth like a treasure, and you personally drove away the person who truly loved you—and whom you loved in return!"

Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into Julian’s heart.

The details he had deliberately ignored and turned a blind eye to came rushing back like a tidal wave—

The lamp she kept on for him late at night;

The glittering look in her eyes whenever she watched him;

The way she relied on him when she was sick, whispering in his arms, "Husband, I’m in pain";