After Six Years of Marriage, The Relationship was Broken

The next morning, I called a moving company right when John was supposed to head to work.

If we were going to cut ties, I was determined to do it cleanly.

"Get moving," I said, quickly packing up my personal belongings.

I hadn't anticipated bumping into John returning with Amelia.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" John's icy voice cut through the air, leaving the movers in stunned silence.

"Keep going," I said as I stepped outside.

John's gaze locked onto me, his expression darkening. "Amy, do we really need to drag this out to such an extreme?"

"We'll talk about it another day," I replied coldly, eyeing Amelia, who was following John closely.

"Amy, my relationship with John isn't what you think. Don't make a scene. I'll just leave," Amelia said, pretending to cover her face in tears.

John's heart melted instantly. He pulled Amelia closer and looked at me with a pained expression. "Amy, we have everything now, but Amelia is different. We've known each other since we were kids. Can you really stand to see her suffer?

"I'm married to you, but Amelia is still my friend. Letting her stay here for a while isn't that big of a deal. Since when did you become so petty? Why can't you be more generous?"

His words stung deeply. I had made it clear to John on the day we were set to marry that I wouldn't tolerate any infidelity. If he had feelings for someone else, I'd rather he not marry me at all.

Even if there were infidelity, parting ways should be done with dignity.

But now, he couldn't do that.

I bit my lip, my eyes cold and resolute. "Help her? A married man bringing another woman into our home without his wife's consent, even letting her stay in our room and wear my clothes? John, are you saying I can find another man and do the same to you?

"I'm willing to help Amelia out of friendship, but it doesn't mean I should give up my own family. After all, I'm not responsible for her debts. I can assist her because of our history, but it's not my responsibility.

"If you see this as your responsibility, then from whose perspective are you viewing this? You're her husband? Have you forgotten I'm the one who's been married to you and is pregnant for over a month?"

Disappointment washed over me as I watched John continue to defend Amelia, trying to justify his actions.

The once charming and elegant young man now seemed tarnished in my eyes.

I was still an adept assistant at Moore Group before becoming a full-time housewife.

"Let's not say anything more. We'll talk at another time," I said, my voice strained as I tried to hold back the pain.

I left a final remark and watched as the moving company quickly loaded all my belongings.

I left without a backward glance, ignoring John's pleas. The sight of Amelia clinging to John's arm, seemingly scared, only made me feel more bitter.

It was laughable—he wasn't unaware of her manipulative tactics. After all, every path to financial success was fraught with obstacles, especially for those who built everything from scratch like us. John had seen every trick in the book.

Yet he still chose to protect Amelia, trampling all over my dignity and respect.

After six years of standing together through thick and thin, John still couldn't let go of his past lover.

If that was the case, why did he marry me in the first place?

Resolute, I got into my car and drove away.