After the Cheating Husband Asked to Remarry

Before I got out of the station, I saw Kayden in the crowd.

He stood tall with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. From time to time, he looked toward the station exit.

"Leah!"

Seeing me, he held my hand gently and took me into his arms.

"I didn't go with you. You must be upset."

I looked up into his eyes. He looked like he was really sorry.

At that moment, I wondered if I could really pretend that nothing had happened.

He earned a high annual salary, so he was able to give me a good life.

We had gone through thick and thin together, so even though he cheated on me, he didn't show any disdain.

If he didn't want to have sex with me, I'd do IVF and give him a lovely child.

When he got tired of that girl and grew more mature, he would return to me and become a good husband and father.

This seemed to be my best solution.

On the way to the barbecue joint, Kayden received a call.

I could tell from his face that something was wrong and asked him, "What's wrong?"

He hesitated for a moment.

"Something's come up in the company. Forget it, I promised to eat Japanese food with you. I told them I'm not going."

My fingernails sank into my palm.

"It's okay. Work is more important. I have a weak stomach these days. Let's eat next time."

"But..."

"No, just put me down in the square ahead. I'll walk around by myself."

"Okay, you go shopping then. You can buy whatever you want. I'll pay for it."

"Okay."

I got out of the car at the intersection and watched his car leave.

I knew it was Carrie's birthday today.

They had mentioned it in their chat.

Kayden said that he wanted to go home on Valentine's Day and wouldn't stay with her. He would make it up to her on her birthday in a few days.

An hour later, he sent me a message.

"I'm at the office and ready to work."

I thought for a long time and replied, "Don't stress yourself out."

In the evening, I clicked on Carrie's home page.

She posted a status update.

In the photo, she closed her eyes, put her palms together, and made a wish in front of the cake.

Kayden's figure was reflected on the glass behind her.

The other photo was taken in the hotel.

The lights were erotic, and the round bed was covered with petals.

The romantic hotel was in the Southern District of New York.

I went home to get the marriage certificate and took a taxi to the hotel.

Standing downstairs, I took out my mobile phone and dialed 911.

"Hello, police? I'd like to report a case. My husband paid for sex with a prostitute."