After My Heart Died, I Became My Ex-Husband's Obsession Chapter 2

He knew my hand was injured.

He knew I couldn't cook.

But why didn't I order for him?

He had texted me thirty minutes ago saying he was coming home.

In our eight years of marriage, I had always replied to his texts instantly.

He didn't expect me to shrug indifferently and give a lazy excuse.

"Phone was on silent. Didn't see it."

Cole tightened his grip on the shopping bag in his hand.

He pursed his lips and held the bag up to my face.

"I remembered your Le Labo perfume was running out."

I looked up from my Pad Thai.

I met his gaze, which looked like he was bestowing a great charity upon a beggar.

I spoke politely but distantly.

"You can give it to someone else. I switched brands."

Thirty minutes ago, Chloe had posted a photo shopping at a luxury store.

In the corner of the photo, you could clearly see Cole’s right wrist wearing his Vacheron Constantin watch.

Seeing the bandages on my hand and my calm focus on the reality show on TV, Cole frowned.

He leaned in, trying to check my injury.

I instinctively dodged his touch.

I accidentally knocked over the shopping bag.

The perfume bottle shattered on the floor.

Cole let out a cold laugh.

"Nina, just because I made you wait in the car a little longer? Do you really have to drag this mood out until now? Can you grow up?"

"I'm not in a mood."

I was telling the truth.

But all I got in return was his ruthless mockery.

"You obviously are. Nina, can you stop dramatizing everything in your head? You're hopeless."

I was three years older than Cole.

Every time we fought, he would attack me for being "emotional" or "overthinking."

Then he would sit back and enjoy watching me break down.

But this time, I didn't cry.

I didn't hysterically ask if he regretted marrying me.

I just said, "Think whatever you want."

I cleaned up the trash, grabbed my purse, and opened the door.

In the past, whenever I threatened to leave, he never once chased after me.

But today, Cole actually followed me to the elevator.

"It's late. Where are you going?"

I lied effortlessly.

"My mom needs me to pick up something."

Cole looked like he wanted to say more, but the elevator doors closed.

Less than two hours later, I was chatting with friends at a bar.

My phone buzzed with a text from Cole.

It was just a question mark.

[?]

I ignored it completely.

My best friend, Olivia, looked shocked.

"Nina, did the sun rise in the west? Cole actually reached out to you? If you don't reply, isn't he going to blow up?"

My friends knew I was terrified of upsetting Cole.

But that night, I not only ignored him, I stayed out partying with them until 2:00 AM.

When I got home, Cole was standing by the fridge drinking water.

He didn't ask where I had been.

I didn't acknowledge him either. I went straight to the bathroom to shower.

As soon as I lay down in bed, Cole pressed up against me.

He kissed me for a few seconds.

I pushed him away hard.

He finally lost his patience and flicked on the bedside lamp.

"Nina, don't tell me you forgot what days these are."

Cole and I were trying for a baby.

So, during my fertile window every month, he would perform his "duty."

I turned my back to him.

"I'm too tired today. Goodnight."

Hearing the same excuse I had heard him use countless times, Cole froze.

Eventually, he stormed out of the bedroom with a dark expression.

I knew he would sleep in the guest room for the next few days.

Before, whenever he slept in a separate room, I would panic and suffer from insomnia all night.

But that night, I slept incredibly well.

The next day at work, my productivity was through the roof.

When my boss jokingly asked what reward I wanted, I looked at her seriously.

"That divorce lawyer you mentioned last time? Can I get her contact info?"

On the ninth day of sleeping separately, Cole woke up unusually early.

He made bacon and eggs—my favorite—then went back to the bedroom to sleep without saying a word.

At 3:00 PM, I saw a photo in a group chat sent by Cole’s friend, Ryan.

It was from Ryan's wedding party.

The photo showed Cole with Chloe holding his arm.

She was smiling shyly, leaning into him.