After I Stopped Loving Him, He Lost His Mind - Chapter 2

When I got home, Jack was already sitting on the couch.

He glanced at me briefly before turning his attention back to his phone.

I knew he was texting Emily.

Only with someone he truly liked would he smile so warmly.

I thought silence would fill the room between us, but as I stepped onto the stairs, his cold voice cut through the air behind me.

“Where were you? Why did it take you so long to get home?”

“If I told you I went to the hospital, would you treat me more kindly?”

“What’s this? Another fake illness? Whatever you’re scheming, remember to live up to the title of Mrs. Sullivan.”

Mrs. Sullivan. That was the only tie left between Jack and me.

Everything about me was something he disliked. He had only married me because his parents pressured him into it.

Maybe the saying is true: to gain something, you must lose something.

In the three years of being Mrs. Sullivan, there was never a moment when Jack didn’t have someone else on the side.

To get back at me, he would parade his affairs in front of me, bringing them into the home his parents had gifted us–the same home where he wanted to erase the pain of losing his first love.

But I had never done anything to him.

At first, I was heartbroken, hysterically questioning him about his infidelity.

But eventually, I realized those women were just tools–props in his revenge against me.

None of them ever stayed around for more than a month.

I used to think I held a place in his heart.

Until Emily Blair came along.

Jack never brought her to this house. He remembered her birthday, gave her gifts to mark their 100th day together, took her shopping, watched movies with her, and even kept her by his side at work.

They were just like Jack and his first love had been–doing all the things couples in love do.

Jack gave her everything: his time, his attention, his money.

I turned to look at Jack, his brows furrowed in irritation. For the first time, my voice was calm.

“If it weren’t for me, would you have fallen for Emily after marrying Chloe?”

“What kind of nonsense are you spouting now? You’re clearly not thinking straight.”

I knew that name–Chloe–was a sensitive subject for him. But I didn’t care anymore.

Still, I wanted to know the answer.

But he was never going to tell me.

Pressing my hand against my throbbing head, I watched as Jack slammed the door behind him, leaving the room without looking back.

Even though I’d told myself long ago not to feel hurt by Jack anymore, not to lose the last shred of dignity I had left because of him-

I still couldn’t stop the ache when I saw his cold, resolute back disappearing down the hall.

If only none of this had ever happened.