Scarlett only threw out one sentence, "Jason Williams, sit here and think about what you've done. Wait for me."
I was silent for a few seconds, "Go ahead. Work comes first."
I saw Liam glance back at me with a smile.

Provocative and irritating.
In the past, I would have stepped forward to stop her:
"No! Scarlett Davis, you're my wife! How can you just leave with another man?"
I used to believe that if I gave silently, tolerated enough, understood deeply, this eight-year marriage would be unbreakable.
To avoid divorce,and because of my irreplaceable love for Scarlett, I endured it down, again and again.
But I was wrong.

My sacrifice and understanding only made her take it for granted and hurt me without restraint.
Before, she'd tell me about filming intimate scenes.
Now, it was just a cold, "You need to understand my work."
I scrolled through my phone for a moment and saw their global announcement posts.

"Only a fool would date me."
"Then I'm a fool."
I liked the post and left. When I got home, I saw Liam's post exactly at midnight.
Liam, "Thanks Mom for celebrating Bubba's birthday. Daddy and Mommy love you forever."
The photo showed Scarlett's hands cutting a cake.
Liam was holding a cat, smiling gently and sweetly.
Bubba was the cat.
I wasn’t angry or disappointed—just a sense of resignation, like I knew it would happen.
I stopped expecting.
I took off my wedding band, which I'd always treasured, and put it in a drawer.
As I was leaving, I paused, then scribbled a note for Scarlett.
It said: On a business trip.
I'd originally planned to be a stay-at-home husband, so I always refusing company trips.
But now, I didn't want to revolve around Scarlett anymore.
In what felt like no time, the plane landed. As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw dozens of missed calls from Scarlett.
Another call came instantly.
Her voice was tight with displeasure, "Jason, why didn't you discuss this business trip with me?"
"If you're gone, who handles my meals?"
For her, I had given up a lot..
I turned down promotions at work.
I left behind my comfortable family background.
I rejected countless quality suitors.
Her stomach was sensitive, was picky, and hated takeout.
So I care of all her meals—every single one carefully prepared.
But I owed her nothing. I could choose not to.
"Scarlett Davis, you can order takeout. Or have Liam make you a loving meal."
Hearing the sarcasm and indifference in my tone, she seemed caught off guard, surprised I wasn't reacting to Liam as usual.
It took her a moment to find her voice, "What? You want Liam to cook for me?"
"Jason, stop talking nonsense. Buy a return ticket now, come back and make me..."
Come back to be an unpaid housekeeper? Dream on.
"My boss is calling."
I hung up decisively.
On the fifteenth day of my business trip to North City, Scarlett’s manager Benjamin suddenly texted me,
"Jason, when are you coming back?"
I knew this silent treatment was finally ending.
It was always like thi—after Scarlett started the silent treatment, she waited for me to apologize.
Whether we made up was up to her.
But this was the first time she took the initiative to give me a way out, even if it was through her manager.
"About two more weeks."
"That long? Scarlett's been drinking a lot at events lately.With you gone, her stomach issuess are acting up."
"Noted. I have a meeting."
"Alright, Jason, go ahead..."
In the room, Benjamin sounded puzzled,
"Strange. Jason used to care most about Scarlett's health. Why is he so cold this time"
A younger staffer whispered,
"He’s probably still upset. If my wife publicly announced a relationship with someone else, I'd lose my mind."