Cheating Wife Told Me She Loves Me

She was right; I was indeed a crippled loser.

But she seemed to forget that everything started because of her.

My encounter with Kyra was a coincidence.

My parents died when I was a teenager, and I lived alone in the mountains.

Five years ago, two young and beautiful girls came to visit my area.

They ignored my warnings and insisted on going into the mountains.

As a result, they were attacked by a mother bear with cubs.

One of the girls fell off the mountain and died on the spot.

The other girl scrambled and cried for me to save her behind me.

Although I had weapons, I was still clawed by the mother bear, with a deep wound down to the bone.

Fortunately, I eventually managed to drive the bear family away.

The girl I saved was Kyra.

I broke my right leg, which later became infected, causing intermittent severe pain.

Fearing retaliation from the bear, I had no choice but to move to the city.

With no education and a disability, I couldn't find a suitable job.

Just when I thought I might starve, a well-known local company accepted me.

I became a security guard.

Later, I learned that this company was Kyra's family's.

Kyra, grateful for my rescue, fell in love with the carefree me and insisted on marrying me against her family's wishes.

She even intentionally got me drunk and climbed into my bed.

I swear to take responsibility for this girl for the rest of my life.

I worked for the Holmes family like a servant for three years, finally gaining the approval of her parents.

After marriage, we lived a life where she was the breadwinner and I took care of the home.

At first, it was sweet and happy, but as Kyra's career started to succeed, her attitude towards me changed. A third name—Alan—began to emerge between us.

He and Kyra were childhood friends, and I heard he had pursued her before. He only lost contact after going abroad.

Kyra was naturally frail and had difficulty conceiving. We prepared for a whole year before we finally had this child, but he disappeared on the day Alan returned to the country.

If they really had nothing going on, no one would believe it.

I wasn't one for clinging; if there was no love, I thought it was time I let go.