Behind the Betrayal: When I Found Out He Was Cheating

Peering through the gaps of several fences, I spotted Stella approaching, her arms cradling something that resembled a turtle.

"Yvonne, I heard from Scott that your back injury flared up after your miscarriage. A friend gifted me this turtle, but it's a pity that pregnant women can't consume it. I was thinking of asking Scott to release it into the wild.

"You seem so frail; why don't you come to our home today? I'll prepare a pot of soup to nourish you."

Her eyes were gleaming with a pride that she could not quite hide.

Irritated by her overt display, I responded icily.

"Leave it to Scott; he and the turtle are quite the pair."

A flicker of panic darted across Stella's eyes, but she quickly masked it.

Scott, standing protectively in front of her, wore a gloomy expression.

"Yvonne, what are you babbling about?

"Stella, a pregnant woman, wishes to cook for you personally. How can you be so ungrateful?"

A trace of guilt fleeted across Stella's features, and she buried her face in Scott's embrace.

"Scott, it's all my fault for upsetting Yvonne."

Her voice quivered as if on the brink of tears.

Impressed by her act, Scott spoke sternly.

"Some people are not worth your concern. Your kindness is often taken for granted!"

I observed this spectacle in silence, and my interest in the boating excursion was thoroughly dampened. I decided to head straight home.

"Scott, don't forget our appointment at 8:30 tomorrow."

I reminded him before turning away.

An indignant voice echoed from behind.

"Yvonne, you'll regret this one day!"

Upon returning home and tidying up Scott's and Stella's belongings, I reached out to Lisa Fox, my best friend from the drama troupe.

Upon hearing of my intention to divorce Scott, she expressed her eagerness to fly over immediately.

"Yvonne, congratulations on embarking on a new chapter of your life," she said.

Her words choked me up slightly

Lisa and I had grown up together, sharing every secret and hardship.

She had always known about Scott's infidelity, yet out of gratitude for Paul's upbringing, I had hesitated to sever ties with Scott.

The following morning, Lisa accompanied me to await Scott.

Scott was nowhere to be seen.

Around noon, a voice message from him popped up on my phone.

I frowned and played it.

"Yvonne, Stella mentioned she can't be around cooking fumes while pregnant. I'm bringing our home to cook for her. I won't be able to divorce you today."

His words struck a cold chord within me.

When Paul was alive, Scott had never cooked at home. Now, he was overly attentive to Stella.

Lisa, beside me, was nearly fuming.

"You haven't even divorced yet, but he has already brought the mistress home to cook for her!

"Let's go and confront those two scoundrels!"

Half an hour later, I returned home to find Stella affectionately hugging Scott's neck on the sofa.

Leftovers from their meal littered the table.

Stella greeted me with a smile as if she was the true hostess.

"Yvonne, you're back with your guests. Please, sit and join us for a meal," she invited.

Lisa directly retorted.

"Who would be interested in the leftovers of a dog's meal?"

Stella's eyes reddened instantly.

"I merely wanted you to taste Scott's cooking."

This time, Scott did not rush to comfort Stella. Instead, he held a plastic bag in his hand and fixed his gaze on me as he questioned sternly, "Yvonne, why does our family possess the ownership certificate of the cemetery?"

A sharp pang of grief pierced my heart as I snatched the certificate from Scott's grasp.

"Isn't it obvious? Paul is dead," I retorted.