Chapter 3The Choice He Couldn't Make: My Ex-Husband's Bitter Regret

The door to the VIP room was ajar. I stood outside, not stepping in.

Arthur was indeed horribly drunk, sprawled carelessly across the sofa with zero regard for his image.

Standing directly in front of him was the heavily pregnant girl.

Arthur's friend looked incredibly awkward.

"Ms. Dawson, Eleanor refused to come, and Arthur refuses to leave. I had no choice but to call you."

The girl, Chloe Dawson, smiled softly and reached out to support one of Arthur's arms.

He abruptly shoved her away.

A few gasps in the room jolted Arthur slightly out of his drunken stupor.

He looked at the woman in front of him, a smile forming on his face that looked far worse than crying.

"Chloe, it's all because of you... Eleanor doesn't want me anymore..."

Arthur kept repeating that sentence, looking around frantically for more alcohol.

No one could stop him. He grabbed a liquor bottle and started chugging it like his life depended on it.

Suddenly, Chloe snatched the bottle from his hand and smashed it violently against the floor.

The room instantly fell dead silent.

Even Arthur, who had just been throwing a drunken fit, stared at her blankly.

"Arthur Sterling, your shouting and screaming is going to scare our child. Get up. I'm tired, and you are taking me home."

Arthur was a man who could practically summon the wind and rain in Chicago's business world. Aside from me, no one had ever dared to order him around like that.

Everyone in the room thought he was going to explode. They held their breath.

But in that suffocating atmosphere, Arthur didn't say a word.

He slowly stood up, grabbed his jacket, and silently followed Chloe out the door.

I hid in the shadows of the corridor, watching the man and woman walk away.

Suddenly, I smiled.

But that smile tasted entirely of bitter ash.

I trailed their taxi to a high-end luxury apartment complex.

I watched with my own eyes as Arthur got out of the car and followed the girl upstairs.

A light flicked on in a window high above.

I sat in my car and watched that window for the entire night. Arthur never came out.

At 7:00 AM, he walked back into the building carrying breakfast bags.

I stared at his deeply familiar silhouette.

Then, quietly, I drove away alone.