Chapter 4 Just Sign the Divorce Agreement

Silence fell over us, and it was broken by a cold scoff. Yvette's voice dripped with disdain as she hissed, "You better not regret this, Owen." I remained calm. Ever since the thought of divorce entered my mind, I had rehearsed this exact moment countless times. Every word she said was so far exactly as I had imagined. "Don't worry. I never go back on my word. Just sign the divorce agreement, and we'll set a date to file the papers. Today's Wednesday, so—" Before I could finish, she abruptly hung up. I was speechless. Seriously? That wretched woman! She was always hanging up on me! I glanced at my watch. As much as I wanted to deal with the divorce, there were more pressing matters to attend to right now. The divorce could wait until tomorrow. I quickly freshened up, grabbed my keys, and hopped on my motorcycle. The engine roared as I sped quickly to my destination. Before long, I pulled up at the side of a bustling street and scanned the tightly packed row of shops. I waited patiently, my heart pounding with anticipation. The scorching summer heat bore down on me relentlessly, so I parked in a shaded area and settled in for a wait. Time crawled by, but after two long hours, my patience was rewarded—a man and a woman finally appeared in my line of sight. My eyes narrowed sharply. There they were. My targets! I stayed in place, watching as they entered a nearby café. Once they were inside, I followed from a distance. They took a seat across from each other, and I found a discreet corner where I could observe them without being noticed. The woman wore a pink dress, her bright eyes sparkling with an innocent charm as she laughed and chatted with the man across from her. The man exuded a quiet air of elegance, looking polite, composed, and a perfect gentleman. If it wasn't because I was reborn, I wouldn't have imagined the shocking things that would happen next. The man suddenly excused himself and headed to the restroom. The moment he disappeared, the woman's sweet smile vanished. She took out a small vial from her pocket, glancing occasionally toward the restroom. My fist clenched tightly as I swiftly took out my phone, angling the camera toward her. The woman unscrewed the cap and poured the colorless liquid from the vial into the man's coffee. With practice ease, she stirred it thoroughly. Then, she slipped the vial back into her pocket. Her expression returned to one of innocence as she waited for the man to return. When the man returned, the woman immediately jumped up with a playful pout before picking up the coffee and handing it to him. The man was obviously charmed by her attention and was about to take a sip of his coffee. "You taught me that once a drink leaves your sight, you shouldn't drink it. Have you forgotten?" I asked. When they heard my voice, the man and woman turned toward me. As our gazes locked, the man froze for a split second, and his expression instantly turned cold. "Owen? Why are you here?" "Long time no see, Kenny." Kenny Xanderson sneered. "Where's your precious Yvette? Aren't you always glued to her side?" I didn't flinch at my best friend's mocking tone. Kenny and I grew up together. We were inseparable, like brothers. But a year ago, we had a falling out because I chose to marry Yvette. He had warned me repeatedly and called me a bootlicker, saying I was chasing someone who didn't care about me. He had been right all along. I had been the ultimate bootlicker for her. In my past life, I was stubborn and stupid, and I didn't listen to him. I pushed away my best friend, who was sincere to me for the sake of a woman. Up until Kenny's death, I never reconciled with him. The person responsible for his death was standing right before me. It was his neighbor, Lilian Smith. In my past life, she drugged him and had men force themselves on him. She even collected his nude photos and videos to post them online and blackmailed him into paying her off every month. Eventually, Kenny discovered that those photos and videos had been posted online from the start. Already deep in debt from loan sharks, the pressure broke him, and he jumped from a building to end his life. At his funeral, I had been wrecked with guilt and regret, wishing I could undo everything and bring him back. This time, I would save him! I shamelessly sat down next to Kenny and threw an arm over his shoulder. "Yvette's nothing. If I want to get out and have some fun, I'll do it. As for you…" I glanced at Lilian and sneered. "This… thing sitting opposite us is nothing but scum." Lilian's once sweet face darkened. "What do you mean by that? We don't even know each other. Why are you insulting me?" I didn't bother pretending anymore, and I sneered. "You know exactly what you just did. Don't you have any sense of guilt? Stop addressing him so familiarly. You don't deserve it." Lilian looked a little flustered, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Kenny, who is this? Why is he accusing me out of nowhere?" As she spoke, her eyes turned red-rimmed, and tears welled up. However, Kenny's expression immediately changed as he glanced at her. We were best friends for so many years, and he knew I wouldn't make baseless accusations. "Owen, what exactly happened?" I pulled out my phone and played the video I recorded earlier. Kenny's face grew darker as he watched, his brow furrowing deeper and his anger rising with every second. When Lilian saw I had a video, she quickly stood up in panic to flee. But before she could make it very far, Kenny grabbed her arm and held her in place. Years of discipline stopped him from lashing out physically. Instead, he turned to me and calmly said, "Owen, please call the police." After cooperating with the police's investigation, Kenny and I headed home together. His face remained grim the entire time. "She helped me a few times and even flirted with me. I thought she liked me and that she was pursuing me. Luckily, you were there." Every word he said was filled with gratitude, and I chuckled. "I just wonder how many decent men she's fooled with that innocent little act of hers." With the weight lifted off my chest, I finally felt a sense of relief. Also, if I could change Kenny's fate, did that mean I could change my own too? We exchanged glances and laughed. "Has life been good to you this past year?" Kenny asked. I shook my head honestly. He suddenly grew anxious. "What happened? Did that woman treat you badly?" Before I could say anything, his expression turned serious. "If it's a fight, I'm not taking you in. I won't waste my breath trying to help you, only for you to end up in the same mess. I'm against bootlicking. That's my stance on the matter." "I don't want to be a bootlicker anymore. I'm actually getting a divorce from Yvette." Kenny froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What? Are you serious? You're actually leaving her? Didn't you say that from her face and body alone, you could love her forever, no matter what she does?"