Chapter 3She Left Me for Dead, Slipped Into My Best Friend’s Bed

"So much that you slept with Dustin? So much that you had a child with him? So much that you used my money to raise your kid?"

"No! Noah, he…"

"Shut up!"

I pointed to the door, using my last ounce of strength:

"Take your things and get out of my house! Now! Immediately!"

Chloe looked at my determined expression, the color slowly draining from her face.

She bit her lip hard, tears rolling down her cheeks.

After a long moment, she snatched her bag from the couch and glared at me fiercely.

"Leo! I never thought you'd be such a petty, heartless person!"

"I'm leaving! See if you don't regret this!"

She grabbed Noah and Mrs. Davis, stumbling out the door.

A loud slam echoed, leaving me in the dead silence of the room.

I couldn't stand, swaying a step, and leaned against the wall.

The bloodstain on my abdominal bandage had spread significantly.

Excruciating pain tore at my nerves.

But it was nothing compared to the utter annihilation of my heart and the anguish of three years wasted.

Ten minutes later, I heard a commotion outside, followed by knocking.

"Hey, Unit 302, do you have any conscience? How could you kick your wife out? She's outside with her mom and child, threatening to jump! Aren't you going to talk her down?"

I opened the door. The unfamiliar neighbor saw it was me, and her expression froze.

She quickly checked the door number, then shouted into my apartment:

"Is her husband home?"

It turned out that for the three years I was gone, Chloe and Dustin had presented themselves as a married couple to the neighbors.

No wonder the neighbor didn't recognize me. I hadn't spent a single day in this apartment after it was renovated, leaving it for that scumbag, Dustin.

A life was at stake, and I didn't have the energy to explain the complicated situation to the neighbor. I quickly took the elevator to the top floor.

When Chloe saw me, she started crying even louder.

"Baby, why won't you believe me? You're kicking me out, aren't you just trying to force me to die?"

"Dustin looked after my mom and me for you, and we helped him with Noah. It was just a mutual help situation, but in your eyes, it's wrong?"

"You don't like me helping him raise his child? I've already sent Noah away, isn't that enough?"

She hung her head, tears falling.

That image of her, so humble and downtrodden, was completely different from the spoiled girl I remembered.

I stayed silent, yet to speak, when Mrs. Davis suddenly climbed onto the edge of the rooftop.

"Baby, Chloe and Dustin are truly innocent. Will I have to prove their innocence with my life, then?"

With that, she made to jump.

I didn't want a death on my conscience, so I quickly shouted:

"Alright, I believe you."

At my affirmation, Chloe and Mrs. Davis exchanged a quick glance.

I couldn't stomach watching their drama and turned to go home.

Late that night, my bedroom door creaked open.

Chloe, wearing a nearly transparent black lace nightgown and reeking of perfume, slipped in.

"Baby…"

Her voice was syrupy sweet, and her hand explored my body.

I grabbed her wrist violently, making her cry out in pain.

"My wound hasn't healed. I'm not in the mood."

I stared at her, my eyes devoid of any desire.

"Get out."

Her face paled. She was about to say something else when her phone suddenly rang in her bag, cutting her off.

She looked as if she'd been burned, rushing back to the guest room to grab her phone, then disappearing into the bathroom.

The sound of running water masked her voice.

I walked to the bathroom door and, through the crack, heard her broken whispers:

"I'll figure out the money… just wait a little longer…"

Just then, my phone screen lit up.

A message: bank transfer of 500,000 failed.

Chloe was still trying to get money from me for Dustin!

It seemed she wouldn't stop until she'd completely drained me dry!

The next morning, several of Chloe's friends arrived, claiming they wanted to catch up after so long.

But their words were all probing:

"Leo, you must have made a fortune in the war zone, right? I heard the profits there are huge!"

"Chloe will finally have a good life now, you should get a big villa, shouldn't you?"

I gave them vague answers, sending them away disappointed.

After they left, I watched Chloe, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen, and walked over to her.

"That 500,000 last night, was that for Dustin?"