Yanni loved Gael, but that love was no longer there.

The silver Bentley sliced through the night, passing under the yellowed streetlights as it slowly drove away from Gael.

As far as Yanni was concerned, this brief moment felt like a walk through their seven years of marriage—the good, the bad, the sweet, and the bitter... all of it.

She had seen Gael chasing after her, but what difference would it make if the car stopped? A few polite exchanges?

They truly weren't suited for each other. This kind of cooperation was the best outcome now. At least they hadn’t become eternal enemies. As for whether Gael was suffering, it was no longer her concern. He chose all of these.

However, there was still a blockage in her heart. It lingered until she drove back to the apartment and turned on the hallway light.

As Yanni was about to hang up her coat, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She picked it up to see a WhatsApp message from Keaton.

"My mom prepared some handmade pizza, and I brought a