Last Love chapter 17

Wen Ke left quite decisively, even catching Zhuo Yuan off guard.

While he was still at the company, Zhuo Yuan received a message from Wen Ke asking if he was at home. After replying with a “not at home,” Wen Ke responded, “Okay, I’ll go pack my things.”

Only then did Zhuo Yuan realize that Wen Ke deliberately chose a time when he wasn’t at home.

When he returned in the evening after work, Zhuo Yuan looked at the empty and gloomy living room and felt somewhat lost for a moment.

Over the past few years, he had never felt particularly attached to this home. Wen Ke, gentle in personality, seemed too dull to live with.

However, now that Wen Ke was gone, he suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

The house was filled with luxurious furniture and decorations, some of which were gifts he had given Wen Ke. However, Wen Ke hadn’t touched them and only took away a few potted plants from the balcony—ones he had added himself.

The walk-in closet contained Zhuo Yuan’s high-end tailored clothing and luxury watches. Wen Ke patiently took care of these precious and troublesome garments without hiring extra help.

However, his own clothes were not kept there; he had his small wardrobe with comfortable casual wear and occasionally a few branded pieces. Now, that small wardrobe was also empty. On the top shelf, there was a small box containing their wedding rings, apparently left behind intentionally.

Six years of marriage, and sometimes Zhuo Yuan felt that Wen Ke, seemingly gentle, was also quite stubborn.

He had never been stingy with money towards Wen Ke, but Wen Ke didn’t seem to demand much.

Wen Ke wasn’t obsessed with luxury brands or extravagant pleasures. In the second year of marriage, Zhuo Yuan wanted to buy Wen Ke a top-of-the-line SLK, but Wen Ke earnestly refused and opted for a modest white 3 Series BMW.

Wen Ke’s family was not wealthy, but they weren’t overly frugal or stubbornly thrifty. He never embarrassed Zhuo Yuan in public. He always maintained a firm, middle-class lifestyle and didn’t seem interested in a more luxurious life. He was not swayed by Zhuo’s family wealth, leaving Zhuo Yuan perpetually puzzled.

Weary, Zhuo Yuan pressed his temples and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, wanting to grab a cold beer. The sight inside made him uncomfortable.

The fridge was almost empty, neatly arranged with the few types of soda and alcohol he usually drank. Below, there were imported cheese and bacon that he liked. But Wen Ke’s favorites were all gone—prepared broths, fresh fruits, and some small boxes of dried fruits.

Wen Ke had truly left—

Only in that moment did Zhuo Yuan suddenly and intensely feel the reality of the situation.

He held the cold beer bottle, somewhat dejected, and sent a message to Wen Ke: “Where are you staying?”

“At Sega,” Wen Ke replied promptly.

Zhuo Yuan then remembered that Wen Ke had his own place outside.

A few years ago, his mother insisted that Wen Ke go to a clinic recommended by a friend for some gland massage to aid conception. It led to an emergency room visit due to Wen Ke’s distress. Zhuo Yuan felt guilty and wanted to compensate by buying Wen Ke a new car, but Wen Ke refused. Later, when he insisted on giving something, Wen Ke took the money for the car and said he wanted to do something on his own.

Zhuo Yuan didn’t pay much attention, thinking Wen Ke might dabble in stocks. After more than a year, Wen Ke used the money to buy a flat in Sega Gardens for rental income, and the initial capital was gradually returned to the family account.

Their relationship was already fading at that time, and Zhuo Yuan didn’t care much about what Wen Ke did every day. However, he was somewhat surprised at the speed with which Wen Ke reclaimed the funds. But more than that, he was inexplicably displeased that Wen Ke bought a flat on his own. So he threw a tantrum on the spot, saying he didn’t want the money back; Wen Ke should keep it.

Sega was a good property, the developer was responsible, and the whole community was well-maintained. In the past two years, they built a subway station, a shopping mall, and a cinema nearby, causing property prices to rise rapidly. Wen Ke had even mentioned a rent increase recently, intending to change tenants, so the house was vacant. Zhuo Yuan hadn’t expected him to move in so quickly.

Thinking about it now, Wen Ke had a house and perhaps some ability to earn money, and he probably wouldn’t have trouble getting by without him.

That’s fine—

At first, Zhuo Yuan thought so, but then he felt a bit uneasy.

Wen Ke wasn’t a completely weak and useless Omega. For some reason, this made him feel very unpleasant.

…

The next day, Zhuo Yuan took the initiative to arrange a meeting with Wen Ke at a Japanese restaurant to sign the divorce agreement.

After sitting down face to face, Zhuo Yuan directly handed over the entire set of agreements prepared by the Zhuo family’s lawyer to Wen Ke. He casually flipped through the menu, seemingly indifferent, and said, “As you know, the properties of the Zhuo family and the company are considered pre-marital assets, and we signed an agreement on this before marriage.”

“I know,” Wen Ke nodded. He carefully and meticulously flipped through the documents, seemingly not intending to miss any clause.

“You’re reading so carefully; can you understand it?” Zhuo Yuan asked, looking at Wen Ke’s slender neck. For some reason, he suddenly felt irritable and couldn’t help making a sarcastic remark. “Wen Ke, I underestimated you.”

Wen Ke looked up somewhat puzzled. “What?”

Zhuo Yuan sneered, “The prenuptial agreement clearly outlines how to compensate in case of fault during marriage. We split the marital property fifty-fifty. I did indeed cheat, so the lawyer has prepared a draft according to the terms, giving you an extra thirty percent. How about that? Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,” Wen Ke said.

He remained calm and firm. “But I still want to finish reading the document.”

“I’m not talking about the document.” Zhuo Yuan, in a fit of rage, threw the menu on the table. “I’m asking if you don’t trust me, which is why you sent Han Jiangque to demand money from me?”

“Zhuo Yuan,” Wen Ke lifted his head again, showing an expression that was almost restraining. “What are you talking about?”

After realizing, he seemed a bit worried and asked, “Did Han Jiangque come to you? When?”

Zhuo Yuan stared at Wen Ke. He had long grown tired of this face, but now, under the light, this person didn’t seem as miserable as he imagined—

Although he was a 28-year-old man, his skin remained very fair and delicate.

His face was small, only the size of a palm, making the red mole at the corner of his eye particularly prominent.

Wen Ke had indeed become thinner and more haggard.

However, he hadn’t reached the point of complete breakdown. Even now, his expression seemed strikingly calm.

This almost gave Zhuo Yuan an inexplicable anger. He almost maliciously asked, “Wen Ke, has Han Jiangque approached you? Did he tell you to be wary of me?”

Wen Ke was completely stunned.

Originally, he didn’t want to face Zhuo Yuan again, but there were things that couldn’t be avoided.

Before coming, he had done a lot of psychological preparation for himself.

But at this moment, he felt a bit at a loss. The Alpha he had once shared a bed with exposed such an ugly side, feeling abrupt yet oddly familiar—

It seemed that deep down, he had faintly glimpsed the despicable side of Zhuo Yuan.

But understanding and feelings were different.

This was the biggest dilemma for a marked Omega. Even when he was clear-headed and could vaguely recognize an Alpha’s shortcomings, the dominance of his senses by pheromones persisted, stubbornly governing his feelings.

All social relationships a person has will ultimately lead to self-construction.

Liking certain types of people also represents oneself, reflecting on oneself.

So, as an Omega, it was nearly impossible to generate extreme aversion towards the one who could induce his heat, as it would lead to a complete denial of oneself.

However, this was the first time Wen Ke felt such explicit disgust for Zhuo Yuan—

Stripped of the mark, he suddenly no longer felt immersed in Zhuo Yuan’s pheromones. He no longer felt dependent on him.

Looking at the familiar face of the man sitting across the table, he couldn’t help but feel astonished: Why hadn’t he ever felt so explicitly that Zhuo Yuan was so vulgar and despicable?

Now, he didn’t even want to look at Zhuo Yuan.

“Zhuo Yuan, I didn’t ask Han Jiangque to find you. I can handle my own affairs. Also—”

His eyes turned cold. “Is it strange that I don’t trust you? When you cheated, you shouldn’t expect me to trust you again. The divorce documents are crucial; I need to check them carefully. Please be more mature and don’t rush me.”

He surprisingly remained calm.

This unexpected composure momentarily left Zhuo Yuan dumbfounded, making it difficult for him to say anything.

Wen Ke then lowered his head, slowly read through the documents, and found that the contents matched his estimates.

In fact, property division was inconsequential for the Zhuo family, and there was no need to manipulate anything.

Even before marriage, the Zhuo family had prepared a prenuptial agreement. This was normal. Their accumulated wealth and resources, coming from generations, made them adept at handling such matters. The failure of one son’s marriage wouldn’t affect them.

Back then, there was actually no choice for him to sign or not. The moment he entered into the marriage with Zhuo Yuan, destiny had already been decided.

Three million, ten years.

Of course, it wasn’t worth it.

But even if he were given three times or ten times the money, it would still be equally not worth it.

His youth, his life—it really shouldn’t have been like this.

Wen Ke took out a pen and signed his name on the last page—

In that instant, there was a feeling of tears welling up, but underneath the tumult of emotions, there was also an indescribable calmness.

The dust settled.

He was divorced.

When he was marked, he once thought that divorce would be an utter catastrophe. At that time, the physiological and psychological dependence on Zhuo Yuan for many years almost made it unimaginable to bear the pain of abandonment.

But in reality, it wasn’t that terrifying.

He looked down at the clean and neat “Wen Ke” on the white document, took a deep breath, and exhaled.

Indeed, the removal of the mark had made him endure pain these past few days, but he also suddenly realized—

Removing the mark surgery had truly liberated him.