After Discovering Her Husband's 32nd Betrayal

Luis sent me a message: [What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?]

I laughed out of anger. Did he mean I was unreasonable?

[I didn't pick you up because my girlfriend was injured. Please be considerate.]

As I threw my phone on the table, I covered my aching stomach with tears in my eyes.

What was wrong with him?

He said he would come and pick me up, but now he blamed me for not being considerate enough.

After a while, I picked up the phone on the ground.

I called my father.

After the call was connected, I choked up and said, "Dad, I can't stand it anymore. I want a divorce."

I took a day off and stayed at home.

Luis hadn't come back for two days. He often didn't come back. This big house was empty, and I had lived here for eight years.

I should have gotten used to it long ago.

At first, I would wait for him until the middle of the night.

If he was in a good mood the next day, he would reply to my text message. If he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't do anything.

Later, he hooked up with more and more women.

I became numb.

I didn't wait for him anymore.

If I waited for such a bad man, it would be a waste of my life.

This time, I must get a divorce.

On the day I went to work, I received many strange looks along the way.

Ignoring them, I worked normally.

At noon, my assistant came to the workbench and patted me on the shoulder.

"Ms. Moore, your husband is at the door."

Luis? Why was he here?

I frowned and suddenly remembered that I blocked his WhatsApp the day before yesterday.

I took out my phone and saw a few text messages from him.

[Why did you block me? If you want me to coax you, just tell me. Phoebe, is this the only trick you can use?]

[Can you learn something new?]

[You used to be very sensible, but now you are a jealous woman.]

Luis' words were unpleasant.

I didn't reply and blocked his phone number.

"Tell him I'm not free at noon. I'll be free in the evening."

Since he stood me up before, I would also let him taste what it felt like.

The assistant came back.

He told me that Luis said he was busy tonight and booked a table at the old place at noon.

"I see."

Luis did this every time. He would make me angry and then coax me casually.

He was confident that I would buy into his tricks.

That was ridiculous.

After getting off work, I went to the restaurant alone.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the beautiful buildings across the river.

The spaghetti here was delicious and expensive.

I ate one and paid the bill for everyone in the restaurant.

I hadn't spent much of Luis' money in these years, but I was known as an extravagant woman.

If I didn't spend his money, I would not live up to the title.

The lawyer sent me the prepared divorce agreement.

I sent it to Luis.

[Let's get a divorce. I'll give you a week to come back and sign it.]

The female star posted an Instagram.

It was a photo of a meteor shower and two hands clasping together.

I recognized one of the hands, which was wearing the wedding ring that Luis and I wore when we got married.

[The meteor shower happens once every 4000 years, and I saw it with the man I love.]

Luis said he was busy in the evening and asked me to have lunch with him at noon.

It turned out that he wanted to watch the meteor shower with his new girlfriend.

He loved his new girlfriend so much.

Feeling furious, I slammed the table and yelled, "Waiter, I'll pay for all the bills tonight!"

After dinner, I walked along the river.

When I got home, I found the lights on.

There were two pairs of shoes at the entrance.

They were a pair of men's shoes and a pair of high heels.

I walked in and saw Luis hugging Claire on the sofa in the living room.

He was drunk, and his cheeks were flushed. He kept kissing Claire.

Claire was quite sober. Seeing me standing at the corner, she pushed Luis away.

This was the first time I met her in person.

She looked better than the photos online.

She had long curly hair, a delicate small face, and a good figure, looking very charming.

She was indeed a female star.

Claire walked towards me and stretched out her hand with a smile. "You are Mr. Luis White's wife, right? He is drunk, and I just took him home. Please don't get me wrong."

If there wasn't provocation and complacency in her eyes when she said this, I would believed it.

"It's okay. I've sent the divorce agreement to him on WhatsApp. When he wakes up, please remind him to check it. I'm going back to my room."

Maybe Claire didn't expect my reaction, and her smile froze on her face.

Walking into the kitchen, I took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and prepared to go to my room.

Claire stopped me.

She showed a polite and apologetic smile. "Could you please make some food for Mr. Luis White?"

I took a sip of the yogurt and raised my eyebrows. "I'm his wife, not a nanny.

"Shouldn't the mistresses do this for him?"