Chapter 3

"Marta?"

Yesterday morning I'd kissed this face, but now it felt so unfamiliar.

"Yeah."

I nodded and sat beside him. The cramped space immediately made the atmosphere subtle. He remained focused on his work, no small talk, no awkward silence.

My appearance seemed to create no ripples in his heart.

This made me feel dejected. Come on, even if you hate me and want to kick me out, you should at least say it to my face.

So I chose to take the initiative:

"When my parents died, did they know you cheated on me?"

"Hiss!"

Someone sucked in a cold breath. The air pressure in the car plummeted. Though the car was sealed, I suddenly felt cold.

I didn't miss Torres's slightly furrowed brow, or the flash of anger in his eyes.

Was he angry that I'd labeled his beloved Mia as a mistress?

"That never happened. Naturally, they didn't know."

"Rest well today. Another day I'll take you to pay respects to them."

Never happened?

So he meant that he and Mia broke it off after I disappeared?

Then why did Mark call me "Ms. Marta" instead of "Mrs."?

The atmosphere froze again. I suppressed my anger and refused to look at him, turning instead to the outside world.

The dazzling commercial district, and skyscrapers reaching into the clouds.

Everywhere I looked, countless giant screens glowed in broad daylight. The celebrities looked like they were standing inside them. The entire world existed in a kaleidoscope of colors.

"Honey, honey, what is that!"

I instinctively patted Torres's hand, pointing at a giant cube outside the car window. A massive hand suddenly extending from it scared me.

By the time I reacted, my head had already buried itself in Torres's chest.

His body stiffened. He didn't touch me or push me away.

"Sorry, I'm not used to my current status yet."

My face flushed red instantly. I quickly sat back, but afraid of that giant hand appearing again, I sneakily glanced out the window.

The giant hand had disappeared. A forest had appeared inside instead.

"That's 3D technology. It gives people an immersive experience."

He patted the sleeve I'd grabbed, still looking at whatever was in his hands without expression. Probably work content.

"So it's fake?"

"Yes."

After about another half hour, the car stopped. Outside was a magnificent castle.

"Ms. Marta, we've arrived at the hotel. You can rest well here tonight."

So he hadn't come to take me home.

"I'm not going anywhere. I just want to go home. Torres, take me home!"

I said angrily.

That house was bought with my parents' life savings. Even if he remarried, he couldn't be living there with Mia.

Even if he really was leaving me, he should at least explain things clearly!