I Divorced Him Quietly, Then He Went Crazy - Chapter 4

That night, I woke up many times.

I didn’t sleep well.

The next day, I had a fever.

I took some medicine and then slept for a long time.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

Jeremy still hadn’t returned.

Two more days passed like this.

The day my body recovered, I saw Evelyn Tan’s social media post and realized that Jeremy hadn’t been in North City these past few days.

The day I was waiting for him at home, Evelyn Tan had been in a car accident across the ocean.

Jeremy had flown there overnight.

He had been with her all these days.

Naturally, he had no time for me.

That evening, I stood alone outside the villa.

At the other end of the road, Jeremy was nowhere to be seen.

There was a moon that night, and its light cast a thin veil of mist over my eyes.

I sighed.

There was no longer any need to ask Jeremy about a divorce.

He had already answered me in another way.

I called my mother.

She answered, and I only spoke two sentences before she sighed, “You marrying into the Zhou family was always a bit of a reach, not truly a match. It’s probably for the best if you divorce.”

As she spoke, she comforted me, “Jeremy, that boy, he seems approachable on the surface, but his nature is colder than anyone’s. He doesn’t seem like the type to love.”

That’s not true.

I heard that in the years he loved Evelyn Tan, he would have given her the world.

He cherished her, protected her, fearing most that she would suffer.

But Jeremy and I, we truly weren’t a match.

He was a young master raised in luxury, always successful, everything had to be the best.

Only in his marriage did things not go as planned.

After Evelyn Tan got married, Jeremy was constantly pressured by his family to go on arranged dates.

The Zhou family, while sympathizing with his missed connection with Evelyn Tan, also feared he would drown in the bitter sea of love and couldn’t extricate himself, so they came up with this idea.

During that time, countless girls approached him—heiresses, socialites, too many to count.

Yet, in the end, he actually chose me.

A friend of his, who was my senior, casually mentioned me: “I have a junior, quite pretty, just her family background is a bit lacking. She has a gentle temper, very easy to talk to. But unfortunately, her family seems to have run into some trouble recently, almost bankrupt.”

“Jeremy, do you remember that girl? Last spring, she came to my birthday party, and I even asked her to deliver some hangover soup to you.”

Jeremy had been very quiet then, always listless when out, not talking much.

No one expected him to react to those words.

But unexpectedly, he actually spoke, his voice deep, “Help me set up a meeting with her.”

There was an uproar: “No, Jeremy, you want to see my junior?”

Jeremy laughed then, intrigued, “Yes.”

In the years that followed, people often felt it was unfair.

They thought Jeremy’s marriage was too hasty, that I wasn’t good enough for him.

They subtly and overtly brought up the girl who once stood beside Jeremy, the one who was called his ‘Golden Girl.’

If Evelyn Tan was the moon in the sky, I was the mud on the ground.

When Jeremy stepped on me, those around him wished they could change his shoes.