Betrayal in Marriage: I Chose to Leave the Wrong Person

I looked at her indifferently and had no intention of greeting her even out of courtesy.

Natalie didn't seem to feel embarrassed and placed the flowers she bought for me on the bedside table.

She said, "You gave birth to a daughter, right? She must be as beautiful as you. It's a pity that Gabriel said before that he wanted a son."

Hearing this, I smiled and said, "Indeed, that may be because I don't have the ability to control my baby's gender. Perhaps you can help him have a son."

Natalie was stunned when she heard this.

I looked at the wedding ring on my ring finger that was not the right size for me and took it off silently.

"Actually, I think you're more suitable to be his wife than I am." I smiled and handed her the wedding ring. "Would you like to try it?"

Perhaps my movement was so abrupt that she was surprised and not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Ms. Jones, you seem to have misunderstood me. I didn't..." she said.

"Just try it." I interrupted her and handed over the wedding ring again.

After a momentary hesitation, she took it and put it on her ring finger.

Fortunately, it fit her ring finger perfectly.

But for me, this ring was a little bigger.

It was evident to demonstrate that he bought this ring for Natalie rather than me.

I couldn't help but laugh.

He was even reluctant to conceal the truth he had been cheating on me since the beginning of our marriage.

"It fits me so perfectly."

Natalie's eyes flashed with a subtle smugness, but she pretended to be reserved. "But it doesn't belong to me. Please take it back, Ms. Jones."

As she said this, she wanted to take it off.

I interrupted her again. "I'm giving it to you. You don't have to return it."

She was the one who Gabriel hankered to give this wedding ring to, after all.

As much as I hated to admit it, this was the truth.

In the evening, Gabriel came with dinner for me.

He said, "You can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, right? I will pick you up then."

He took out the soup from the thermos while speaking, seeming so calm and easygoing, just like a good friend coming to visit me.

Drinking the soup, I said composedly, "You don't have to pick me up if you're busy with work. I can find my way home."

"I've been busy lately. I'll be with you more after this project is finished," he said.

It was the first time he ever explained why he was absent from the critical moments in our marriage, which surprised me a little. But I didn't want to pay more attention to him anymore and perfunctorily nodded.

The next day, Sophia came to the hospital early to pick me up.

I wrapped myself tightly in a coat and waited in the lobby with my baby in my arms for her to complete the discharge procedures.

On the way back, she still wanted to send me back to Gabriel's home.

I said, "Mom, I want to go home with you."

Sophia was stunned, and it took her a while to realize my determination.

"Okay, it's better to go home. I will take care of you personally so that you don't have to worry all the time," she said.

Sophia took me as well as Hazel back home.

Only with their taking care of me could I feel completely at ease.

But I didn't sit idle either. I found a lawyer to ask about something about divorce.

According to my lawyer, I could only file for divorce during the breastfeeding period so that Gabriel wouldn't be able to compete for the custody of my baby.

I sighed deeply. If possible, I didn't want to make too big a fuss about this.

After all, my marriage with Gabriel was deeply intertwined with the interests of both our companies, and the pros and cons still entailed to be balanced.

I had compromised three years of my prime life and couldn't harm my company any more.

That night, Gabriel found out that I didn't go home, so he came to Sophia's house in person.

I was still breastfeeding my baby when he rushed in.

When I saw him, I was stunned and calmly pulled the quilt over to cover my body.

He frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied, and came over to ask, "Why don't you go home?"