Return to 18 Chapter 2

But this year, he broke his promise.

On the day of the first snow, we had another fight as usual.

In a fit of anger, Marcus went on a business trip.

I saw him in another girl's social media.

They kissed, they were intimate, they made eternal vows.

At this moment, the snow fell even heavier.

Landing on our shoulders, our hair, as if ten thousand years had passed.

And also like that ambiguous night.

"Lily, this is just like the snow on the day we first got together."

Marcus looked up, murmuring to himself, then said unprompted: "Lily, let's get married this year."

My heart suddenly ached. I pushed him away.

Tearing away the last fig leaf between us.

"Marcus, we're already divorced. Do you understand?"

On the way back, the snow fell even heavier.

As if it would never end.

When I woke up, my hair was messy. Wearing pajamas, I went to the living room and called to my mom playfully: "Mom, what are we eating today?"

I looked up to see Marcus sitting on the sofa, soaking wet, looking up at me like an abandoned puppy.

My mom was helping him with his clothes while turning to scold me: "How could you not let Marcus come upstairs?"

I sniffled. We hadn't come home for New Year's in years. My parents lived in the countryside and didn't know what had happened between us.

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant: "Forgot."

After eating, my parents made excuses to go out, leaving the place to us.

Before leaving, they consoled me: "What married couple doesn't fight? Just talk things through."

Marcus lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers, seemingly hiding his panic.

After my parents' footsteps faded away, Marcus half-knelt before me, his eyes full of bloodshot veins, asking in disbelief: "Lily, what happened between us?"

Since he now knew our situation, I didn't beat around the bush, saying straightforwardly: "You cheated. We got divorced."

"How... is that possible?"

His first reaction was to question it.

A distinctive ringtone suddenly rang. I glanced at his screen showing the contact name: "Little Vixen."

He looked confused, frowning, his fingertip hesitating to press down.

After several attempts, he finally answered. The woman's voice on the other end was sickeningly sweet: "Honey, you promised to meet my parents this year. Where are you?"

"I'm wearing the maid outfit you love, honey. Waiting for you to unwrap it~"

Marcus's frown deepened. Drenched all night in snow, his voice was somewhat hoarse: "Who are you? Wrong number."

The other end was silent for a second, then came the woman's coquettish laugh: "Honey, you're bad~"

Marcus impatiently hung up, looking up to meet my gaze, panic flashing through his eyes.

Pain tore through my organs.

Making me nauseous.

"Get out of my house, Marcus."

Marcus held my hands with both of his, earnestly begging me: "Lily, I really don't know her. Please don't be angry, okay?"

He placed my hand on his heart, promising: "Lily, I only love you."

That was the eighteen-year-old boy's promise to me.

Not the twenty-eight-year-old man's.

I heard the sound of my heart breaking, and my hysterical scream: "Get out."

Marcus left.

My parents coaxed and cajoled for days but couldn't get any information from me.

When I returned home, the house reeked of alcohol.

Marcus was drunk and unconscious, sprawled on the floor.

I closed my eyes, then stepped forward to kick him. Marcus groggily hugged my calf, murmuring: "Lily, why don't you want me anymore?"