Chapter 2After becoming invisible, I watched my husband cheat every day

The scene was utterly disgusting, and I let out a choked "Ugh."

Julian was pressing down on Chloe, his movements rough with a hint of impatience.

He seemed to hear the sound, his head snapping to the side, his gaze landing precisely on me.

His eyes held a look of condescending scrutiny and amusement.

Chloe beneath him twisted her hips impatiently, pouting flirtatiously:

"Julian, why aren't you looking at me…?"

Julian ignored her, instead increasing his force, his eyes fixed on my spot.

For an entire year, I'd thought countless times that he could see me.

But each time, he'd managed to dispel my doubts.

I thought it was just a painful hallucination.

Now I understood, it wasn't.

He could always see me, savoring my suffering.

He reveled in the extreme thrill of me witnessing his betrayal firsthand.

He was a complete psychopath.

A surge of pure rage boiled in my chest.

I clenched my hands tight, no longer trying to escape.

Because running away would only make him more excited.

I walked closer to them, close enough to see the dissatisfied expression on Chloe's face, flushed with passion.

Julian paused, then the curve of his lips deepened.

He deliberately slowed his movements, each one a blatant act of defiance.

Chloe was completely infuriated by his distracted state.

She pushed Julian away with a sudden burst of strength, panting, her voice laced with venom:

"Julian! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Am I a ghost to you? Where are your eyes looking?!"

Out of 99 women, she, as Julian's ex, was the only one who dared to speak to him in such a tone.

Julian finally tore his gaze from me, slowly lowering his head to look at the woman beneath him.

The amusement vanished from his face instantly, replaced by sheer disgust.

"Looking?"

He chuckled softly, "I was looking at something I thought was interesting, but I've grown completely bored of it."

Chloe's face instantly went pale, "You… what do you mean?"

"It means…"

Julian slowly extricated himself, then casually straightened his clothes. "You can go."

"Julian!"

Chloe shrieked, grabbing a throw pillow from the sofa and hurling it at him. "What do you take me for! Some call girl you can summon and dismiss at will?!"

Julian sidestepped, avoiding the pillow. He looked down at her dismissively:

"A call girl? No, call girls at least have a price tag."

"You? You throw yourself at me for free."

"You were just a tool I used to provoke someone else. Now I don't need you anymore."

He paused, his gaze falling on me again.

"Because, I noticed she doesn't seem to hurt anymore."

Buzz!My mind went blank.

Was he… was he deliberately telling me all this?

Chloe stared at him in disbelief, tears welling up.

"You… you're a psycho! A freak!"

She shrieked, clumsily pulling on her clothes, not even bothering with her high heels as she hobbled out of the humiliating place.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

The living room instantly fell silent, leaving only me and Julian.

He slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me, and lit a cigarette.

"A year."

He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. "I thought you'd cry, you'd make a scene, you'd hate me."

He turned around, looking in my direction.

Those eyes, once so captivating, were now as dark as an abyss.

"Why aren't you screaming at me, Hazel?"

He said my name.