As my collaboration with Curtis increased, my relationship with Killian slowly began to sever. When my assistant brought me the financial reports from the winery, I thought for a moment.
"Let's transfer it out, but first, check with Killian's side to see if they want to take it. If not, we'll sell it off."
"Got it!"
Many people had already noticed the tension between Killian and me.
So, when a friend asked, I didn't hide it, and smiled saying: "We've been trying out the marriage for a while, but it's not quite working, so we probably won't get the certificate."
That night, I was busy until late. When I was about to pull the curtains to sleep, I saw Killian's car.
I don't know how long it had been parked there.
He stood outside the car, a flicker of sparks between his fingers.
He clearly saw me, and I knew he saw me too.
But he didn't move.
I dialed his number, and he picked up quickly.
"Go back, don't stand there."
After a long silence, he hoarsely said, "Amya, my leg hurts!"
I listened indifferently, hung up the phone, and pulled the curtains closed.
The next day, I sent everything about Killian's leg care, precautions, various restrictions, and the required prescriptions to his assistant.
Two hours later, his assistant replied: [Amya, I almost got fired!]
She said Killian threw a huge tantrum, almost tearing the roof off.
This was rare for the usually calm and collected Killian.
I thought, this must be the pain of changing old habits!
But that night, he knocked on my door.
He said, "Amya, let's start over, okay?"
He was clearly drunk, reeking of alcohol, his eyes blurry as he looked at me.
"Amya, I've let go of everything, whether it's Ariella Neal or everything from before, I've let it go. Let's be together properly from now on, I won't..."
"Amya, who's here?"
Curtis, with wet hair and wearing cartoon pajamas, was wiping his hair as he asked. But when he turned to look, Killian charged in like an angry lion, punching Curtis.
Curtis took the blow but quickly kicked Killian out. The two of them grappled, no technique or plan, just raw chaos.
I couldn't pull them apart, it was even hard to get close. It wasn't until I smashed a vase to the ground that they stopped.
"That's enough!"
Killian's face was grim as he looked at me, his hand trembling, pointing at Curtis.
"Is he bullying you?"
I stared back blankly.
"Killian, you should just leave!"
Killian smiled, but it was worse than crying. His back as he left was so disheveled. I'd only seen him like this when he begged Ariella Neal not to leave.
"Did you do this on purpose?"
Curtis's lips were pressed into a straight line. He lowered his eyes without answering. I sighed and walked upstairs.
He grabbed me suddenly, carefully and anxiously: "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"It's not your fault, stay here. I'll get the medicine box!"
Curtis took me home, but when we arrived, we found the water pipes had burst.
He volunteered to fix it, struggling with all his might, and ended up drenched in water.
His pajamas were new.
Killian probably forgot that they were the couple's pajamas I bought, but he thought they were childish and they ended up at the bottom of the drawer. After applying medicine to Curtis, I sent him off.
He remained silent.
Until I spoke.
"How about dinner tomorrow night?"
"Sure!"
He suddenly looked up, his eyes lighting up in an instant. That look made my heart soften.
But the next day, he canceled.
