Chapter 2

Kylie felt a storm of emotions inside her as she stared at Isaac in the photo. He was sitting next to Ella, and though he remained expressionless, the corners of his lips were slightly lifted. It was subtle, but Kylie could still sense that he was in a good mood. His first love had finally returned, so of course, he was happy. Kylie gently closed her eyes, her throat tightening with bitterness. It was like swallowing bitter medicine—utterly unbearable. She set down her phone and slowly walked into the bathroom. When the water poured over her head, Kylie completely forgot that the doctor had warned her not to let the wound get wet. After showering, she stepped out of the bathroom. As soon as she walked out, she saw Isaac sitting on the couch. She was stunned. Isaac looked at her lazily. Then, he tilted his chin toward a document on the coffee table, after which he said, "Sign it." Kylie's heart clenched when she saw the document on the table. She walked toward Isaac step by step, her feet as heavy as lead. She bent slightly and picked up the document. The bold title immediately caught her eye—Divorce Agreement. Even though she had already expected it, seeing the agreement with her own eyes still caused her expression to change. She gripped the paper tightly, wrinkling it. Then, she looked at Isaac, her voice trembling slightly. "W-What does this mean?" Right after asking the question, she realized how foolish the question sounded. It was practically rhetorical. Isaac looked at her calmly. "Let's get a divorce. After the divorce, I'll give you four million. Also, the villas at Mountview Estate and Suncrest Hill will be transferred to your name. If you think that's not enough, you can speak with my assistant." He sounded so plain and flat that he was talking about something casual. Upon hearing his words, Kylie felt as if her heart had been sliced open. She looked at Isaac, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. It was two years of marriage in exchange for four million and two villas. It sounded like she had all the benefits, but did he not understand that she never wanted those things? Kylie's eyes reddened, her nose stung badly, and her vision began to blur. She bit her lip until it paled and stared at Isaac blankly. "Zac, are you asking for a divorce because of Ella? Is it because she came back, so…" At this, her voice choked with emotion, causing Isaac to look at her suddenly. She had just taken a shower and now wore a white nightgown. Her long black hair hung smoothly over her shoulders. She had no makeup on, making her look simple yet beautiful. The mole the size of a teardrop beneath her left eye only made her seem more fragile, and the medical gauze on her forehead made her look even more pitiful. For some reason, seeing Kylie like this stirred an inexplicable irritation in Isaac's chest. He frowned deeply as he stood up from the couch, looking down at her. "Yes," he responded coldly. That single word was akin to a sharp blade stabbing Kylie's heart. "Since things are at this stage, I might as well make it clear. You know very well that from the very beginning, I never wanted to marry you. If you hadn't used tricks to win Grandma's favor and made her force me to marry you, I never would have." His tone was chilling to the bone. "Now that Ella is back, it's time to end this ridiculous marriage." All the color instantly drained from Kylie's face. She felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe. Ridiculous? So, in his eyes, this marriage was nothing more than a ridiculous farce. Kylie suddenly fell silent. Then, she bent down and picked up the pen on the table, calmly signing her name on the divorce papers. Isaac's eyes darkened. She handed him the agreement and asked hoarsely, "When will we do the paperwork?" Her words yanked Isaac back from his thoughts, causing his gaze to flicker slightly. "10:00 am." He took the agreement and turned, leaving without looking back. "Zac," Kylie suddenly said. Isaac stopped walking but didn't turn around. She spoke softly, her voice strained. "I'm sorry... for wasting your time these past two years." He remained silent as he walked away. Watching his retreating back, Kylie could no longer hold it in. Her tears fell like rain. The moment he walked out of her room, Isaac's brows furrowed. Although she had signed the papers with such ease, he should have been happy. Then, why… didn't he feel even a shred of joy? Isaac didn't dwell on this. He took a deep breath and returned to his study. That night, he didn't return to the bedroom. Kylie didn't know when she fell asleep, but she had been woken up by the heat. She opened her eyes, feeling as though she was in a furnace. Propping herself up, she touched her forehead. As expected, it was burning hot. She remembered her wound and the doctor's instructions, guessing that the injury must have been inflamed. Not wasting any time, she dragged her heavy body and entered the bathroom to freshen up briefly. Then, she left the house instead of calling the family doctor. Otherwise, if Isaac found out about this, he would probably think she intentionally made herself sick to gain his sympathy again. … It was just past 9:00 pm when Kylie sat alone in the hospital infusion room for her IV. She leaned against the back of the bench. Exhaustion took over her, and she dozed off. She was sound asleep when a shrill ringtone suddenly rang in the silence. Startled awake, Kylie realized it was her phone ringing. She was shocked to see Isaac's name on the screen. By now, it was already 10:10 pm. "Hello, Zac—" "Kylie, where are you?" Isaac asked impatiently. Looking at the IV in her hand, Kylie bit her lip, saying softly, "Zac, I have something going on right now. Can we do it a little lat—" Before she could finish, Isaac interrupted her coldly, "Kylie! I don't have time to waste with you! I'm giving you half an hour! Get over here now!" With that, he hung up. Kylie lowered her eyes, and her heart ached even more. She took a deep breath and raised her hand. "Nurse…" … When Kylie arrived at the state court, she called Isaac. As soon as the call connected, Isaac's indifferent voice came through. "Something came up. We'll do the paperwork another day." Before Kylie could say a word, he hung up again. She bit her lip hard. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over. She felt wronged and angry. Did he really not care about her at all? After crying for a little while, Kylie sniffled and wiped away her tears. Then, she walked away without looking back. She had promised the doctor she'd return to finish her IV drip after handling things. When she arrived at the hospital parking lot, Kylie opened the car door to exit. Then, a gentle, graceful voice suddenly reached her ears. "Don't worry, Isaac. I'm feeling much better now." Kylie froze at the voice.