---- Chapter 4. I turned around and saw Miranda dressed in loungewear. She stood at the entrance and asked, " Do you have that many things in the study? You still haven't finished clearing it out?" She was stunned when she noticed the scoring sheet in my hand. At this moment, I felt embarrassed for being caught looking into someone else's private life. While I apologized, I closed the account book and handed it over. "It's fine." Miranda flipped through it a little before she dumped it in the trash can. "I was going to throw it away anyway. If you hadn't found it, I would've forgotten where I had put it." Taken aback, I instinctively asked her, "Why are you throwing it away? Aren't you keeping a record anymore?" ---- It looked like she did not expect me to ask that question. After a brief pause, she said, "I haven't recorded anything in it for around two to three months. In any case, there's no need for me to do it anymore." I frowned in response, and an indescribable feeling filled my heart. "Are you done clearing out the study?" Miranda asked again. I shook my head, and she did not ask any further questions. After telling me that she would not bother me any further, she went downstairs. I packed up my stuff as quickly as possible. Seeing the boxes pile up in the living room, my belief that this was just a seven-year itch began to waver. Suddenly, I was scared. I felt that if I left the apartment, I would never be able to return to Miranda's side. ---- She was the one who had suggested the divorce. She had actually mentioned it a few times over the past few months. I would brush it off the first few times and buy her presents to apologize. I also swore that I would never disappoint her again, even though I never believed that I was in the wrong. The last time she suggested it was a few days ago. I was already tired of dealing with the suggestion, so L agreed to it. We were in a cool-off period at the moment, and I made the suggestion to move out. For one, this would give us time to cool our heads. Two, Miranda had not left my side for such a long period over the past few years. This was her punishment for suggesting a divorce so readily. I wanted her to reflect on her habit of kicking up a fuss over nothing. However, when I saw the scoring sheet, I suddenly realized that I was not as innocent as I thought.