Chapter 2
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My chat window still showed no response whatsoever.
Dylan actually pressed the dial on his own.
But I couldn't answer the call.
I would never again be flustered and giddy with anticipation waiting for his call.
After the monotonous ringtone blared from his phone over and over, Dylan started to get irritable.
He jerked up his arm and smashed the glass lamp on the bedside table to the ground.
Shards of glass flew everywhere. Serena froze in fright, not even daring to breathe too loudly on the bed.
She had never seen Dylan out of control before.
As if he had finally run out of patience, he hung up and called David Paxton, his lawyer.
"David, draft a divorce agreement. Yes, I need it now. Give her two hundred million, keep the child, and tell her to get out of my life for good!"
I was floating right next to them, and I suddenly started laughing, a laugh so bitter it burned my eyes.
Tears fell, one drop after another.
So that was it, Dylan. Our love, our child—in the end, they were worth two hundred million? That was far too expensive. I could not afford to bear the price. I didn't want a single cent from you, but you would never get to see our child either.
After Dylan finished calling his lawyer, Serena threw herself into his arms impatiently, her voice brimming with anticipation for the future.
"Dylan, we're finally going to be together! When will we get married? Let's have a wedding that the whole world knows about, okay?"
Dylan didn't respond to her, just lost in thought.
He stiffly lifted his arm and loosely wrapped it around her.
But his body involuntarily retreated half a step, an inexplicable sense of repulsion surging up from the bottom of his heart.
In that instant, this woman's face and eyes overlapped with my image in his memory.
I had also thrown myself into his arms like this once, smiling and asking him what our future home would look like.
His heart tightened sharply, but he forced the feeling down.
Dylan stared fixedly at his phone screen and finally could not hold back from sending a message.
Dylan: Jane, how much longer are you going to keep playing dead?
In the past, if he so much as gave me the cold shoulder for half a day, even just a few hours, I would come running in a panic to make peace and appease him.
But this time, he was the one sending messages, making the calls, and yet I seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.
Dylan started to feel restless. An ominous premonition crept into his heart.
But he still firmly believed I was throwing a tantrum, getting back at him for hanging up on me earlier.
He thought, 'She must be hiding somewhere just to make me angry, that's all.'
After seeing Serena off, Dylan started his car and drove home like a madman.
He ran four or five red lights in a row, his tires screeching against the asphalt, but he didn't even notice.
The car screeched to a halt at the door. Dylan flung the door open, his voice a mix of fury and humiliation, loud enough to shake the entire building.
"Jane! Why aren't you answering your phone?!"
There was no reply—only deathly silence.
He slammed the front door open. The house was pitch black, with no trace that I had ever come home.
"Don't think you can hide away and avoid signing the divorce papers!"
He was certain I was hiding somewhere in the house.
What he did not know was that I was floating right behind him, watching him quietly.
I watched him turn on every single floor lamp in the house one after another, until bright white light filled the entire room.
"Jane, where are you? Jane..."
This was the first time he'd panicked, but he still refused to admit it, still clinging to his self-deception.
'She must have gone out—stayed at a hotel, gone to a friend's place. She's just throwing a fit. She'll be back soon.'
As he looked around frantically, he muttered to himself, a note of alarm in his voice that he didn't recognize.
"Jane! Don't let me find you!"
Then his gaze landed on a pink bunny thermos.
This was the bottle I brought everywhere with me—how could it be left here at home?
His hand trembling, he frantically dialed my number again and again.
From the receiver came only the cold, mechanical voice of a woman.
"The number you have dialed is not answering right now. Please try again later..."
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