Part 3The Breakup Game

Under my protection, Liam found a job.

No one dared to bully this orphaned, honest, and kind-hearted poor boy anymore.

He was nineteen. At eighteen, he got into a good college but couldn't afford tuition.

So he came to the city for work, thinking a big city meant more opportunities, only to be scammed as soon as he stepped off the train.

Luckily, despite the rocky start, things were looking up.

He got new ID documents, wore the clothes I bought him, and went to work full of energy every day.

When he came back, he always carried bags of groceries.

He thought I was too thin. When he held my slender wrists, he didn't know how much strength to use, deep worry etched on his chiseled face.

Honestly, I wasn't petite.

I even took boxing lessons to be able to punch that cheating couple, Luke and Chloe.

But Liam was just too big.

His past part-time jobs were all manual labor.

Which meant he ate way more than the average person.

So after his bag was stolen, he starved faster too.

Now that he was full, he always wore a faint, happy smile.

However, compared to his size, he was actually quite shy and sensitive. If I talked to him too much, he'd get embarrassed.

According to his colleagues, Liam didn't talk much at work.

But no one found him hard to get along with.

Because he worked all day long. His work, other people's work—if you gave it to him, he did it.

Unsurprisingly, Liam was friendly, sincere, and full of sunshine inside.

Completely different from me.

Current me was a bit too dark, constantly plotting how to torture my cheating husband and his little lover.

Just because I missed the chance to gloat at Luke in the hospital didn't mean I gave up on torturing him.

Giving up on the man who was my childhood sweetheart for twenty-seven years, who spent his fiery youth chasing and protecting me, only to tire of me quickly after marriage and fall for a young girl who looked a bit like me.