---- Chapter 6 "Tf I was sure that you were cheating, I would've sent these pictures to your executives' emails, not to your phone," Miranda said. "Henry, I don't care about your relationship with your assistant. But did you really have to put me on the spot today? "Tt was my art exhibition, and your guests were also there. Did you even consider my situation? How was I supposed to explain why you were absent? Was I supposed to tell them that you were playing out a soap opera cliche in a restaurant with your assistant?" Miranda sounded tired and sad, and all I could do was hang up in silence. [Henry's heart is no longer loyal to me: -20] The further down the scoring sheet, the fewer red marks I got. In reality, my relationship with Miranda worsened. ---- I turned to the last page and looked at the final entry. The date was three months ago, and it was the day she asked for a divorce. Her words were smooth as if she had made up her mind. [He's no longer the Henry Jones who used to love me: -100] It was our wedding anniversary, and we had been giving each other the cold shoulder for some time. So, we decided to have a good talk with each other that day. I booked a table at the restaurant where I had proposed to her. I also bought expensive gifts and beautiful flowers. I wanted to see her expression when she received them. When I got there, I saw Kiara with red wine splashed all over her. Meanwhile, Miranda was completely fine as she sat by. ---- Kiara wept and said things that I was already familiar with, "I'm sorry, Miranda. I really didn't know that you'd be here with Mr. Jones today. This really is just a coincidence. "T know that you don't like Mr. Jones being around other women, but he really didn't betray you. Still, I do admire him. If you can't accept that, I'll resign." Then, she looked at me timidly and said, "Mr. Jones, please don't misunderstand. I accidentally spilled-" "7 threw the wine on her." Miranda interrupted her calmly. "I did it." Suddenly, I felt exhausted from this chaotic life with Miranda and from having my love for her wavering. Twenty minutes ago, I realized that I could no longer imagine Miranda being happy. I was not expecting her to be delighted with the gifts either.