Chapter 4

In my past life, I had investigated Olivia.

She was my high school deskmate, and we were very close back then.

My crush on James was something only she knew about.

Later she went abroad to study, and we lost touch.

I never imagined she would turn out to be James' first love.

In this life, as soon as the five-year period was up, James stopped pretending with me.

He moved out of my mansion overnight, throwing away the ring I had given him.

The trash can in his room was stuffed full of gifts I had once given him.

Even during our last intimate moment, I had to initiate everything.

The last thing he said to me was:

"Don't make things difficult for her."

Those five simple words set me on fire.

"Are you really that eager to leave me?" I asked.

He turned his back to me, his voice hoarse:

"Chloe Morgan, we were never meant to be together."

For many days after he left, I couldn't sleep.

In the cold early hours, I stubbornly drove out of the mansion.

The housekeeper heard the commotion and tried to stop me.

"Miss, should I call the driver? It's too late for you to drive alone. Where are you going?"

I didn't know what to say. I cleared my throat.

After a long silence.

"Martha, it's fine. I have some business to take care of."

Martha nagged for a while but couldn't convince me. She ended up calling the driver to follow behind me.

At 5:30 am, I arrived outside James' apartment.