After My Husband's Betrayal, I Am No Longer His Moon

But three days later, I had a surprise waiting for him.

"Sign here."

I handed Clayton a document with a calm expression.

"This is a donation letter. You know, I’ve been supporting children in impoverished mountain areas for years. This time, it’s a two-million-dollar donation."

"Alright."

Without a second glance, Clayton grabbed the pen and scribbled his name, his trust in me unwavering.

I tilted my head and smiled faintly. "You don’t even read it before signing. Aren’t you afraid I might hand you a divorce agreement instead?"

Clayton chuckled, ruffling my hair with his usual casual affection. "Even if it were a contract to sell myself, as long as it’s from you, Irene, I’d sign it."

When he disappeared into the study, I looked at the freshly signed divorce papers in my hand, and a slow smile crept across my face.

Clayton, from this moment on, we’re done.

As you said, you’ll leave with nothing.

That night, he retired early to bed. "Good girl," he said, his tone soft and reassuring. "I have a business trip tomorrow, probably for three days. I’ll check in with you every day."

I sat lazily on the couch, flipping through a book, and nodded indifferently. "Alright."

Moments later, Odessa’s message lit up my phone.

[Irene, as a woman, you’ve probably figured it out by now. I’ve been seeing your husband.]

[Do you believe he’ll tell you tonight he’s leaving on a three-day business trip?]

[Actually, he’s taking me to a newly opened seaside guesthouse to spice things up…]

I stared at the message without emotion, then calmly took a screenshot and forwarded it to my lawyer.

Clayton would never see it coming.

While he was heading off to his seaside rendezvous with Odessa, I was on my way there, too, with Matias.

He congratulated me on regaining my single status, and that night, we shared wine and naturally ended up in each other’s arms.

After being single for eight years, Matias was far more intense than Clayton had ever been.

He treated me like a rare treasure, and we spent night after night lost in each other.

We turned off our phones and stayed at the seaside guesthouse, indulging in three uninterrupted days together.

On the third day, as I lay in Matias’s arms, I idly reached for my phone and found a series of missed calls, all from Clayton.

I tossed the phone aside without a second thought, sinking back into Matias’s warm embrace and drifting off once more.

By the afternoon, the phone rang again, and this time, Matias answered it.

"Looking for Irene? She’s still asleep. If you need something, you can talk to me."

There was a stunned pause on the other end before Clayton’s voice erupted in fury.

"Matias! You… Are you with Irene?"

"What are you doing? Hand the phone to my wife!"

Matias chuckled, his tone as calm as it was biting.

"But she’s lying in my arms, sleeping soundly. Should I kiss her awake for you?"