Chapter 1   

Andrew stumbled in past midnight, reeking of booze. I moved to steady him. Then I saw her—Anna trailing behind. "Sorry, " she smirked. "He insisted I help him home."   My hand froze mid-air.   A fresh hickey bloomed on his throat—right over the Adam's apple.   The exact shade of Anna's lipstick.   I backed away silently. Suddenly Andrew blinked awake. His eyes scraped over me.   "Get me water." His voice impatient, as if ordering a servant.   I stood rooted, my unspoken question hung in the air: "What am I to you after three years?"   Tension crackled.   Anna shifted. "Let me—"   Andrew yanked her against his chest. "Why be nice? If not for her, you'd rule this house."   He shoved past me, dragging her toward our bedroom.   Correction: his and Anna's playground.   Three years ago, when Andrew and Anna were engaged, I did everything in my power to marry him. Since then, Andrew has never given me a kind look.   Three years of servitude: Bringing water when he's drunk, delivery midnight meals to his office, even arranging stuff for their dates.   When I was stunned, ambiguous sounds came from the master bedroom.   Accompanying them, there was also the thumping of the bed.   Anna's voice's was loud, like silent provocation.   A feeling of embarrasment spread from the bottom of my heart. I could do nothing but tighty cover my ears.   Until daybreak, his text blazed:   "Make breakfast. Anna wants your shrimp congee."   Before dawn broke, I finished cooking the porridge. Then I found Andrew had walked in at some unknown time. His figure was tall and slender, silhouetted against the light leaking through the door. I had no idea how long he had been staring at me.   When our eyes met, Andrew snapped impatiently:"Did you mean to wake Anna on purpose? Louise, I have no feelings for you. How many more times will you use these tricks?"   Before I could speak, Anna came out of the room, hooked her arm around Andrew, and gave him a morning kiss. A possessive one. Her eyes swept over me, fake surprise plastered on her face. “Oops, Louise, didn’t see you there.”   Toward Anna's little tricks, I was long unsurprised.   But seeing the bite marks over Andrew's heart, my heart sank without warning.   In the past, that heart of Andrew's had also beat for me.   But now, it didn't belong to me anymore.   It was okay. As long as it was still by my side.   "Crying over what? You think this way I'll feel pain for you?"   Until Andrew snorted coldly, I realized I was already tear-streaked staring at his heart's position.   I turned around helplessly; in my panic, a stack of tissues got thrown into my arms.   "Louise, initially it was you who ruined me and Anna first, what right do you have to feel wrong?"   Andrew abruptly grabbed my arm, his cold fierce eyes blazing undisguised disgust as they locked onto me.   Suddenly pulled by him, I felt dizzy immediately, my vision began spinning without warning, blurring the world around me.   My legs gave way and I actually fell straight toward him in a helpless, headlong collapse against his chest.   "Hey, stop faking it！" "Louise? Wake up?" "Louise!"   Andrew lifted me without a word, until Anna's shout came from behind, "Andrew, tonight the gathering..."   "Go without me."   As she watched Andrew striding away, his figure receding with my body cradled in his arms, Anna's face abruptly darkened with a mixture of rage and dismay.