Chapter 2After the divorce, the president's wife was impoverished

I am Nora’s so-called husband.

Over the years, this identity has felt like an invisible net, binding me tightly in this relationship, leaving me breathless.

Our story began in college, where I was her junior, studying finance alongside her.

My father was once a driver for Nora’s family, practically family after years of service. A few years ago, he saved her father in an accident. This act of gratitude led Nora’s father to bind us together before he passed, hoping we would marry.

At that time, Nora was still grieving the loss of her long-cherished college love, who also passed in an accident.

In those difficult days, I was by her side, helping her out of her darkness bit by bit.

Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps out of uncertainty about the future, she muddled through and agreed to the marriage.

However, we never registered the marriage, nor did we consummate it.

Whenever I tried to bring it up, Nora would use the excuse of the company being in a growth phase and outright reject me.

I once thought that her agreeing to the marriage meant she had some feelings for me, that my companionship and efforts during those days might have quietly moved her heart.

Later, I compromised, turning down many offers from big companies, and joined Nora’s company as a technical manager right after college, initially to help stabilize her company and because I feared chaos after her father’s death, wanting to support her.

Revealing our relationship wasn’t my intention, but it turned me into a thorn in my colleagues’ eyes.

I worked diligently at the company, attentive at home, hoping my actions would eventually win her over enough to look at me.

However, it wasn’t until Theo appeared that I finally understood some hearts are like cold stones, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t warm them.

I packed up my things and left the company.

As soon as I stepped out of the office building, I pulled out my phone and submitted a resignation application, which the HR manager promptly approved.

I could almost envision Nora’s cold smile upon learning about my resignation.

But now, none of it mattered.

I returned to the house that colleagues gossiped about as a "cohabitation" place.

In reality, it was just a rental arrangement.

After a final glance at the familiar decorations, I quietly packed my few belongings, ready to leave.

On the way to my new place, I suddenly craved a drink and bought a few bottles.

I ended up drinking myself into a stupor, lamenting the years I wasted, but also toasting to my newfound freedom.

In my haze, I suddenly heard a voice.

"Hey, what’s going on? Why are you lying on the floor?"

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

I rubbed my aching temples, sobered up a bit, and saw a young girl handing me a glass of water. I hesitated, confused.

"Who are you?"

She seemed surprised by my question, tucked her hair behind her ear, and smiled.

"Didn’t the landlord tell you? I’m the previous tenant of this place, just coming to pick up some things I left behind. Hi, I’m Daphne."