Chapter 2

I sprang up from the bed and stood in front of her. “What do I mean? Don’t you know?”

“I told you, Mark and I are just friends. Why do you have to twist everything I do?”

“And my dad’s death wasn’t caused by me. I know your father was kind to me, but life and death are just part of life. You should let it go. Why blame my dad’s death on me?”

Maya pointed at me and cursed me out. As she lifted her sleeve in front of me, I clearly smelled men’s cologne coming off her.

That smell kept reminding me that just moments ago, Maya had probably been tossing around on a bed with another man, looking all worked up.

I shoved her hand away and said through clenched teeth, “I still haven’t seen any ordinary friend kiss like that.”

“Do you have to keep making a big deal out of this today? I think you’re not angry because I didn’t come back to bury Dad, you’re jealous.”

“Ethan, you’re almost thirty. Can you stop being so childish?”

“Learn from Mark and grow up a little!”

“This is ridiculous. What am I supposed to learn from a mistress? Learn from him not knowing how to behave and seducing someone else’s wife, or learn from you sleeping with another man while your own father is being buried!”

Slap!

Maya slapped me across the face.

The air suddenly went dead quiet.

I touched the burning pain on my cheek and didn’t want to argue with her anymore. I said softly, “Since your dad is gone, let’s get divorced too.”

Maya froze for a long time, disbelief written all over her eyes. In the end, she softened her tone. “Dad just left. Stop making trouble.”

I coughed hard, and before I could speak, a pair of cold hands touched my forehead.

“Why is it this hot?”

She looked a little worried, and without caring whether I wanted it or not, she put my hand on her shoulder and dragged me out. “I’ll take you to the hospital first.”

I wanted to refuse, but my head was too heavy and I couldn’t push her away at all.

I could only let her drag me into the passenger seat.

While Maya was driving, I reached over to the side of the seat to adjust the angle.

The moment I lowered my hand, my fingertips suddenly touched something cold.

I picked it up and saw it was a watch.

Mark’s. I had seen it in one of his posts before.

Maya glanced over, and after noticing my expression, she explained, “He probably left it by accident the last time he took a ride with me.”

I said nothing and set the watch aside.

People rarely lose private belongings like that.

There were only two possibilities: either Mark did it on purpose, or they had done something unspeakable in the car and he had taken it off and forgotten to put it back on.

Whether it was the first or the second, I didn’t want to dig into it.

Just as I closed my eyes and tried to rest again, Maya’s phone rang.

Her phone was connected to the car’s Bluetooth, and the two huge words on the screen—“Bro Mark”—were impossible to ignore.

“Baby, that loser at your place isn’t keeping you on a short leash, is he? Got time tonight? Let’s go out and have some fun.”

Maya immediately cut the Bluetooth and glanced at me casually. “I’m next to him.”

“Uh? He’s still glued to you at this hour? Seriously, can you please have a little freedom? You married him, you didn’t sell yourself!”

Actually, I really wanted to remind Maya that the person on the other end was talking really loud, so even if she cut the Bluetooth, I could still hear every word clearly.

“I’ve got something going on here, I probably...”

“Oh come on, Mark is here too, we’re all waiting for you. Worst case, just bring your guy along. I’ve already sent you the location, hurry up and come over!”

After that, the other end hung up.

Maya opened the location her friend had sent, and I knew she wanted to go.

The moment she heard Mark’s name, every decision she made wavered.

“Go ahead. Drop me off at the next intersection.”

I didn’t want to be around her so-called friends.

None of her friends respected me. If I went, all I’d get was mockery and sarcasm.

My head was spinning so badly now that I didn’t have the energy to deal with any of it.

“What are you throwing a fit about now? My friend asked me to come over, I can’t just refuse. Besides, they all said you could come too. Isn’t that enough respect for you?”

“I’m not throwing a fit. They’re your friends, not mine. If you want to go, go by yourself.”

“No, you have to come!”

“Maya, Dad just died. Do you really think it’s appropriate to be living it up like this?”

Maya’s face instantly changed. “You’re bringing up a dead man again. He’s dead, so let him stay buried in the ground. What does the underworld have to do with the world of the living?”