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My gaze was immediately drawn to it.
Then I saw an unfamiliar black diary.
I didn’t remember having such a notebook.
After hesitating for two seconds./
I carefully opened a page.
Then, Adrian’s unique handwriting instantly invaded my eyes like a poisonous snake:
My
“She left the house without her wedding ring today, was this carelessness or premeditation? I stared at her fingers for a full seven minutes, but didn’t even have the courage to ask.”
“She liked that male intern’s post again, is she trying to drive me crazy? What’s the difference between a like and a kiss? Does she want to kiss that young boy too? How far have they gone?”
“Should I ask her? No, I can’t. She might just be waiting for me to ask so she can directly confront me about divorce, then kick me out for good. I can’t accept that, I can’t ask her, I really can’t live without her…”
“I’m rotting in the mirror, becoming ugly, crow’s feet have appeared at the corners of my eyes, even my abs aren’t as defined as before. I must work harder to make my appearance more perfect, I must make her unable to move her hands away when she touches my body.”
“The competition for a rightful husband has always been cruel, I must use any means necessary to defeat those bad guys trying to steal her away!”
“I feel so helpless, so desperate, but I’m not young anymore. As I age and lose my looks, her love for me will fade. This is my fate, I will eventually be discarded by her like a rag.”
to the t
“Waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares of being abandoned, I bite the quilt hard to keep from making a sound, afraid of waking her, more afraid of seeing impatience in her eyes.”
“Olivia, Olivia, Olivia, my Olivia, you’re my Olivia, don’t you want the ring anymore? Does that t mean you don’t want me either? You tossed aside the ring so casually, will you toss me aside just as casually?”
“I underestimated that fool, actually making Olivia take off her ring, is he trying to divorce me? No no no…”
“Olivia, Olivia, Olivia…”
A whole page filled with “Olivia” was so striking.
I seemed to have discovered Adrian’s little secret.
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, only then realizing that my back was stiff and my right hand was trembling uncontrollably.
All of Adrian’s abnormal behavior over the past few days neatly unfolded before my eyes, clear as a slideshow.
Every day at 10 o’clock, he would work out in front of the surveillance camera, flirtatiously displaying his slightly damp abs and v–line.
Deliberately spraying on the cologne I liked most, carefully styling his hair, changing into meticulously matched clothes.
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So this usually restrained CEO in public was privately playing the role of a desperate abandoned husband, afraid of divorce and not daring to question, only able to intentionally seduce, and trying to retain the other party through this method?
Realizing this, I slowly exhaled, feeling a tingling sensation on my scalp.
I only regretted not discovering his abnormality earlier, not finding this diary sooner.
