Chapter 2The Butterfly Effect of My Divorce

Arthur's voice was naturally cold, and when he coaxed people, he tended to lower his voice.

His voice was warm and husky, matching the cello music playing in the shop perfectly.

I lowered my eyes and gently stirred my coffee, suddenly hearing a childish "Auntie" by my ear.

Turning my head, the little boy from earlier was leaning on the armrest looking at me.

He was exquisitely handsome, with a refined, scholarly look; he was truly adorable.

So adorable that even knowing whose child he was, I couldn't feel any resistance.

"I'll tell you a secret, you look so much like my mom," the little boy said, as if sharing a secret. "She's a super pretty big star."

"Then you must look a lot like her."

The little boy's eyes instantly lit up, and he seemed about to lean closer to me when a large hand pressed down on his head.

Arthur patted the boy's head: "Go back to the car with Uncle Chen first."

I raised an eyebrow and turned to see a middle-aged man who had followed Arthur for many years standing behind him.

Our eyes met, and he was shocked, trying to hide a hint of faint awkwardness: "... Miss Chloe."

I nodded calmly, my tone carrying a bit of feigned sigh at our reunion: "Secretary Chen."

As Arthur scooped the boy into his arm, a flash of silver on his wrist caught my eye.

It was the dial of his watch, a Patek Philippe, a style he would absolutely never have chosen in the past.

On his long ring finger, there was a plain ring, low-key yet luxurious.

During our two years of marriage, Arthur never wore a wedding ring.

True love is true love, I thought as I took a sip of coffee. Married for so many years, and she still hasn't become just a 'mosquito blood smear' on the wall.

(Translator's note: The 'mosquito blood smear' refers to a famous quote by Eileen Chang, suggesting that over time, even a passionate love can fade into something annoying or insignificant.)