[I used to think that Skylar Holland might be the man who hated me the most in the world. But later I realized, if there were a man in the world who had loved me the deepest, he must be Skylar. —Coralie Chariott.]

[When I first saw Coralie, I was captivated. No drug could save me, but only love did. —Skylar Holland.]

"Honey, you've worked hard recently. When mother gets better, you can move back here."

When Coralie Chariott received the text message from her husband Howard Schultz, she was already downstairs of her house.

Recently, her mother-in-law was in poor health, so Howard had asked her to move into her mother-in-law's house to take care of her daily needs. She would only return home once a week.

Today, her mother-in-law's stomach didn't feel too well. In the afternoon, she had thrown up on Coralie three times. She had no choice but to go home to change her clothes.

As soon as Coralie entered the door, she tripped over the shoes at the door.

She turned around and saw two pairs of shoes at the entrance, a pair of men's black leather shoes and a pair of red high heels.

Coralie had not worn high heels for many years and that pair of shoes did not belong to her.

"Ah..."

A woman's flirtatious voice came from the bedroom.

Coralie's heart jolted.

She quietly walked towards the bedroom.

Then came the voice of a man. Initially, Coralie wanted to open the door, but her fingers were stiff and her mind went blank.

Through the crack of the door, Coralie could clearly see that Howard was thrusting on top of another woman on the big bed.

The woman under him was blocked by Howard's body. Coralie could only see the woman's curly hair spreading along the pillow and towards the bed frame.

When she was in college, she used to be a dormitory monitor. At that time, her roommates liked to call her Sister Corrie. Upon graduation, everyone went their separate ways and only one person remained in A City.

Coralie was wondering why the woman's voice sounded so familiar.

Looking at the long chestnut-colored curly hair, she could almost be sure that it was her best friend, Alison Herman, who was lying under her husband's body.

"Then tell me, do you love me, or do you love Sister Corrie?" Alison's arms wrapped around the man's neck like a snake.

However, when she was talking, she glanced at the door with her heavily made-up eyes and her red lips curled up.

A provocative smile appeared on her face.

"Of course I love you. You are so coquettish."

Howard did not know that the two women's eyes had met, as he was totally focused on Alison.

Coralie stood at the door, and her initial blank mind exploded.

The door was slammed open.

Howard turned around and saw Coralie standing at the door. His face was full of shock. "Honey."

"Sister Corrie." A strong dissatisfaction was obvious in Alison's voice as her enjoyment had been disrupted. "Didn't you enjoy watching it? Why don't you continue watching it for a while more?"

"How are you going to explain this?"

Coralie's eyes were getting teary. This man was on top of another woman, and yet he still called her honey?

"Honey, hurry and explain it to Sister Corrie." Alison sat up, put her arms around Howard's waist and pressed her voluptuous body against him. She said coquettishly, "If you don't explain it well, I'll leave then."

Upon hearing Alison's words, Howard immediately straightened his back and said in a tough voice, "What else is there to explain? Didn't you see everything?"

"Are you looking for a divorce?" Coralie looked sadly at the couple before her. "You've made up your mind. We'll settle the formalities tomorrow."

Alison did not speak, but instead pinched the man's waist with her fingers.

Howard nodded immediately. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Look at you. We've only been married for three years and you didn't take care of your looks at all, and what's that smell coming from you? It stinks!"

That stench was her mother-in-law's vomit. She had only come back in her dirty clothes because she had no more clothes to change in her mother-in-law's house.

Without waiting for Coralie's answer, Howard continued, "If you were incapable of completing chores around the house, at least be more active in bed. Compared to Alison, you don't even count as a woman!"

His words made Coralie's heart ached.

Howard, Alison, and her were classmates back in university.

Back then, Coralie was known for her beauty. No matter how many boys with excellent qualifications had pursued her, she did not accept them. In the end, she chose Howard who was from an ordinary family, who would prepare breakfast for her every day and would make warm honey water for her during her period.

She still remembered that at that time, all the students in the dormitory felt pity for her. However, she will always say that it is a blessing to be ordinary.

Thinking about it now, it was a big joke.

"Okay, I got it. 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau."

After finishing her words, Coralie held back her tears as she turned around to leave.

Coralie left home and went to the nearest shopping mall to buy a new set of clothes. She then threw the old clothes into the trash can.

When they first got married, they were not financially stable so she was reluctant to buy a new dress for a long time. The clothes she had just thrown away were bought when she was in college.

Howard often told her that he would buy her beautiful clothes once he had gotten a higher salary in the future.

But in the blink of an eye, they were now getting a divorce but Howard had yet gotten her any new clothes.

After Coralie had a meal outside, she contacted several real estate agencies to book for an appointment to check out some listings tomorrow.

She didn't go back to her mother-in-law's house until nine o'clock in the evening.

When she got home, her mother-in-law, Morgana Lane was sitting on the sofa and scolded her, "Why did you come back so late? Do you want to starve me to death?"

Coralie stood at the door and she was stunned. "Did Howard not tell you?"

Morgana was dissatisfied. "My son is so busy. What did he need to tell me? Hurry up and cook. I'm starving."

Coralie did not say a word. She put down her bag and went into the kitchen. She skillfully washed the rice and vegetables, and cut them into bite sizes.

However, it was inevitable that she felt a little bitter in her heart.

After she graduated from college, in order to take good care of her mother-in-law's daily needs, she had given up the opportunity to work for a big company and found a job with a salary of only 1000 dollars. She chose an office that was close to her mother-in-law's home and her own home.

For three consecutive years, she had come to cook for Morgana as soon as she got off work every day, and then went back to her own home to cook.

Initially, she had thought that Morgana still liked her more or less.

However, this was the first time that she had come back late but her mother-in-law didn't even ask about her and only cared about herself being hungry.

"Ah!"

Coralie absentmindedly cut her hand while she was cutting the vegetables.

She rushed to the sink to rinse the blood off her hand, and then went out of the kitchen to look for a band-aid.

When she came out and saw that there was no one in the living room, she didn't think much about it and went to the TV cabinet to get a band-aid.

As she was putting on the band aid, she saw that Morgana was making a phone call on the balcony.