Chapter 1Do Whatever It Takes For Love

On the shores of Weston Lake, my husband Caleb Thompson embraced his childhood friend, Mia Collins, dressed in a bridal gown.

A bystander playing the role of a minister shouted, "Beautiful bride, do you take this man to be your husband?"

Mia looked at him deeply, and he responded with a reassuring smile.

The crowd chanted, "Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!"

Clutching my aching heart, I turned and walked away.

* * *

"Honey, I'm home, and the business trip nearly killed me!"

It was the third night since Caleb had returned, and he came straight towards me as soon as he entered.

If I hadn't gone on a business trip to Hanwod three days ago and seen him embracing Mia in a wedding dress, I might have believed his love for me was confirmed as he ran towards me now.

I dodged him and sat down, expressionless.

Caleb froze for a moment, a bit displeased. "Honey, why are you giving me the cold shoulder?

"Oh, I get it. You must be mad because I've been away on a trip for too long, right?"

He reached out to hug me as he always did, but I dodged him again.

In the past, whenever he came over to me like a puppy seeking affection, I would immediately drop whatever I was doing and fuss over him.

Caleb looked up at me with a hurt expression, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face.

In our relationship, he was always domineering in public, but he knew how to play the "vulnerable" card with me.

"Why are you treating me this way, honey?"

He looked so pitiful as if I were the one hurting him.

"I'm tired. I'm going to rest."

I didn't go back to the bedroom but instead went to the study. I didn't plan to sleep with him anymore.

But as soon as I lay down, he followed me in.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shaking me and saying, "Honey, I even bought you a gift, and the first thing you do when I get back is give me the cold shoulder?"

Then he presented a beautifully wrapped box to me, shaking it and saying, "Ta-da! I bought you a watch. Open it and see if you like it!"

He opened the box.

I was all too familiar with this watch. It was a Patek Philippe 5270P, a men's watch worth around two million.

Why was I so familiar with it? Because I liked to wear men's watches, and Mia always wanted to compete with me, so she also told Caleb that she liked men's watches. Caleb even promised to give her one as a gift for her birthday.

And today, I saw a post on Mia's social media. It was a picture of her wearing this watch, with the caption: [Caleb says only this 6300A, of which there are only seven in the world, is worthy of me.]

Another picture showed a Patek Philippe 5270P in the trash can. It was the same one Caleb was giving to me.

The Patek Philippe 6300A had been auctioned off for thirty-one million dollars.

"Is it really appropriate to give me something that Mia threw in the trash?" I asked coldly.

Caleb's face paled for a moment, then he quickly said, "I've always seen Mia as a little sister. It's just a watch. You can't be that upset, can you?"

"I'm not jealous. I just want a divorce," I said expressionlessly.

Caleb was stunned, his face a mask of disbelief.

In the past, I would have been terrified at even the hint of anger from him, let alone a word like divorce.

But this time, I was the one bringing up divorce, and he seemed rattled.

"Chloe Bennett, do you know what you're talking about?

"You're going to divorce me over something so small?

"I just gave Mia a watch, and although she threw the one I gave you in the trash, it was just for her to show off on her social media. It's worth two million.

"I'm willing to spend two million for you, and you're still angry with me. You're just being unreasonable!"

Caleb was always like this, arguing illogically and, if that failed, blaming me. I would always apologize because I loved him too much to see him upset.

I just looked at him indifferently, not bothering to say more.

Because I knew him too well—his thinking was chaotic in this state, and nothing I said would make a difference.

"You better reflect on yourself. I'll come back to you tomorrow!"

He snorted coldly, hurling the watch at my head.

I sat up in bed, recalling how I first met Caleb.

That year, I was wearing a frog costume and handing out flyers on the pedestrian street when a drunk man pulled off my headgear. Seeing that I was a woman, he started to harass me.

Caleb passed by and slapped the drunk, but the drunk pulled out a knife.

When I saw this, I pulled him up and ran, and the drunk man chased after him.

He sprained his foot and fell, so I carried him on my back and ran.

I don't know how long we ran, but the police eventually apprehended the drunkard. However, the intense activity triggered angina, and I was rushed to the hospital.

He stayed with me the whole time, muttering, "Froggy, please be okay, I beg you, Froggy..."

In my eyes, he was so gentle that I couldn't help but fall in love with him. Even though I knew I was being humble, I still gathered the courage to love him secretly. Even if it was just secret love, I had to be brave.

But after that incident, my heart was left with a lingering ailment. Still, I never regretted it.

Later, when the Thompson Group came to our school to recruit, he chose me.