Chapter 2

Serena posted to her feed like clockwork—showing off again, rubbing it in.

The photo showed her lying in Julian's arms, hair damp with sweat.

Julian's hand was on her stomach, rubbing gently.

Her caption: He's loved me most since we were kids.

No matter how important the matter, or how important the person—

As long as I'm not feeling well, he drops everything and rushes to my side.

Giving me all his care and love.

He's truly the best man in the world!!!

I hit Like.

Not just one Like—every single day for three years, Serena posted about their relationship.

Three years. She posted 1,095 times. I liked every single one.

She found new ways to flaunt it daily.

Like how she didn't work—Julian gave her his card, unlimited spending.

She could crash at the place Julian and I used to share whenever she wanted.

My stuff? She'd use it if she felt like it, toss it if she didn't.

For three years, those two did everything couples do.

I knew she posted them for me to see.

Every Like was my way of showing I didn't give a shit.

But Serena thought I was jealous, losing my mind, desperate for attention.

Next time I saw Julian was when he and Serena showed up at my coffee shop.

They wore matching camel coats—couple's outfits. Julian, who always wore boring suits, was in some trendy casual blazer.

I used to suggest couple's outfits. He'd always say he was used to suits, didn't want to switch it up.

Serena looked around my coffee shop, eyes wide.

Shocked.

Julian frowned at me:

"I gave you all that money. Why are you doing this kind of hard labor?"

When we divorced, I asked for half his assets.

He gave it without hesitation.

I stopped making the coffee in my hands, looked up at him, face blank:

"Because I want to. And it's none of your business."

Julian's expression didn't change. Still convinced I was just mad at him.

Serena put on her fake sweet voice:

"Chloe, it's been three years. How've you been?"

"Great."

Serena looked surprised by how calm I was.

Julian's phone rang. He turned and went outside to take it.

The second it was just me and Serena, the mask dropped.

Her smile twisted into something smug and taunting:

"Stop playing games. But don't get too excited yet."

She looked down at me, lips curled in a sneer:

"Even if you remarry Julian this time, so what?!"

"His mom hates you. She's always wanted me as her daughter-in-law."

"Julian's only remarrying you out of obligation."

"He even asked for my permission before coming to find you."

"And you're signing a prenup."

"Oh, and I wrote it myself."

She pulled a prenup out of her bag and slapped it in front of me.

I glanced down, barely hiding my disgust.

First line: All Chase family assets have nothing to do with you.

After marriage, you cannot call your mother-in-law Mom—must address her as Auntie.

In public, you cannot claim to be Mrs. Chase—you're the ex-wife only.

The audacity made me laugh.

I shoved the papers back at her:

"If his mom loves you so much, how come you're still nobody to him!"

"Three years, and Julian still won't claim you. How pathetic."

Serena's face twisted. Her hand flew up to slap me—

Then Julian's footsteps echoed from behind.

She switched faces faster than flipping a page, tears streaming, playing the martyr:

"Chloe, I really do want you and Julian to remarry."

"As his childhood friend, I just want him to be happy."

"This prenup is just a formality. Don't be upset, okay?"

Same act as three years ago.

The second Julian saw her crying, his brain turned to mush.

Couldn't tell right from wrong.