The mist was dense and mysterious.

In the mirror, love bites, varying in shades of green and purple, decorated the slender and fair collarbone of the woman.

Diana Miller, feeling shy, puts on her pajamas and pushed open the bathroom door, immediately spotting the handsome man on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Upon hearing the door open, Gabriel Ross looked over.

Every time Diana saw his deep pupils, she was captivated. Even if there was no hint of emotion when his gaze met hers.

"Is there something wrong?" Diana understood him too well, just from one look, and she knew what he was thinking.

Gabriel was bare-chested, presenting his exquisite collarbone. His jawline was straight, his side profile was cold, screaming prestige from all angles. However, his voice was void of any warmth.

"She's back."

At first, Diana was confused, but in the next second, she instantly realized who he was referring to. It was as if a bucket of cold water was splashed over her, almost causing her to stumble from the shock.

Gabriel seemed to be oblivious to her shock, hitting her again with his next words, "Let's get a divorce."

The spine of Diana stiffened, her breath became slightly irregular. She clenched her fist, disguising the dull pain and panic deep within her heart.

They had just made love, yet he...

Diana wanted to ask him, what had she done wrong, but the words got stuck in her throat. She suddenly couldn’t ask.

She suddenly took a deep breath, striving to stabilize her voice, trying to appear natural.

"Okay."

Upon hearing her resolute answer, Gabriel's brows subtly furrowed.

Underneath the lamp's glow, her brows and eyes were tinged with a hint of crimson, a mixture of innocence and desire that made him divert his gaze. "The property certification will be brought over by the assistant tomorrow," he added.

The money should be the last thing tying them together.

In her eyes flickered a few traces of self-mockery, and Diana nodded in agreement.

"Let's sleep."

"Mm."

They both lay side by side in bed, each engrossed in their thoughts. Diana felt a heavy weight in her chest, making even breathing seem a burden.

Her past seemed unusually vivid before her eyes, each memory bearing down on her.

She remembered the year when she was utterly helpless after her parents passed away. He had lent her a hand, offering to marry her and thus pulling her out of the abyss.

The days after their marriage were filled with his tenderness and care, which made her fall for him defenselessly.

Yet, she didn't manage to win his heart in those three years, his old flame had returned, leaving her as the complete loser...

A hot hand landed on her waist, startling Diana. The sound of her sudden gasp roused Gabriel whose voice bore a hint of huskiness.

"Insomnia again?"

Tears welled up in Diana's eyes, feeling an overwhelming need to spill out her grievances. But when the words reached her mouth they mutated to, "I'll fall asleep soon."

She needed to hold onto her dignity to honor the nuances of those three years.

The night was agonizingly long.

The next day.

After Diana woke, she instinctively glanced at her side, finding it empty. A faint sense of melancholy flashed through her heart.

She went downstairs as usual, and Sandra had already prepared breakfast.

Diana stared at the porridge in her bowl and paused.

Sandra explained with a smile, "Madam, Gabriel left early today. Before he left, he instructed that you startled easily in your sleep last night and needed to restore some energy."

Diana scooped a spoonful of porridge from her bowl, which seemed a bit glaring for some reason. She sighed, "It won't be the case for long."

Thinking about Gabriel doing these things for someone else, she felt a bit suffocated. She rubbed her puffing eyelids, put her head down, and found herself unable to eat.

"What?" Sandra seemed to have not heard clearly.

"Never mind, can you turn on the TV for me?" Diana shook her head, trying to perk up.

She was used to watching financial news during breakfast, trying to pick up snippets of his news from the mouths of others.

While changing channels, a voice overflowed from the TV, "The recently skyrocketing movie star Linda Perkins has returned from abroad for her career and has indicated that she will be developing long-term at home."

"The president of Ross Corporation went to greet her... suspected love affair exposed. Fans were picking her up at the airport, the scene was grand."

From a distance, Diana saw a woman, stylishly dressed, of ethereal quality. This was the woman who walked out of the airport in a graceful manner—Linda, who was the moonlight in Gabriel's heart.

Beside her, there was a tall figure. He was wearing a well-tailored suit. His straight posture was especially eye-catching in the crowd.

It turned out that he went to the scene yesterday. Diana tightly clenched her hand on the table, her heart momentarily numb with pain.

Sandra shook slightly, her eyes becoming worried, "Madam..."

"Don't call me madam anymore, change the channel."

Someone rang the doorbell, and Sandra went to open the door.

Diana looked up and saw Henry Walter, the assistant standing next to Gabriel.

"Diana, here's the divorce agreement." Henry went straight to the point and handed her a document.

She slightly lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in them. She asked in a dazed voice,

"Do you have a pen?"

Henry was taken aback for a moment, and then handed her the pen that he usually kept in his pocket.

Without hesitation, Diana took the pen, flipped directly to the last page, and signed it decisively. The strokes of her signature were graceful and resolute. The final stroke seemed to sever their past three years together. She then pushed the pen forward and said, "Thank you."

There was a flicker of surprise in Henry's eyes. He had not expected her to be so resolute.

"Don't you want to think it over, Diana?"

Diana gave Henry a puzzled look. Wasn't it Gabriel who was eager to get a divorce?

Henry lowered his head to avoid the unexpected gaze of Diana. He was just thinking about Gabriel’s strange demeanor when he was leaving.

"I misspoke." He then took the hot agreement and left.

Diana looked out the window, a stifling sensation clogged her chest...

Her appetite for the porridge in her hand diminished. She lethargically put it down and was just about to head upstairs when she received a call from the hospital.

At the other end of the phone, whatever was said made her grip on the mobile tighten, the drumming of her heartbeat resounding within her chest so loud that she didn't even notice when the screen went dark.

After hanging up, her eyes instantly reddened and she hurriedly dashed upstairs.

Sandra watched her abnormal behavior with some worry, sighing inwardly as she glanced at the untouched porridge in the bowl.

She couldn't comprehend how two people, seemingly so deeply in love, could divorce so abruptly.

Just the day before, Gabriel had personally celebrated his wife's birthday.

...

In the afternoon, Diana calmed her emotions, packed up her things, and as she was heading downstairs, she bumped into Gabriel who had just returned home.

"How come you're back?" Diana looked at him, puzzled.

"Why wouldn't I come back home?" Gabriel replied nonchalantly.

Gabriel's gaze scanned the neatly packed luggage in the living room.

He then swept over her slender silhouette, the thought of her imminent departure, thus delineating their boundaries, caused his brows to furrow slightly.

"You don't have to move out so soon. The property certification will be transferred to your account today."

Diana nodded, but after a moment of hesitation, she still asked, "Are you going to marry her?"