Cheating Wife Told Me She Loves Me

Kyra kept complaining incessantly. I said nothing and simply threw the miscarriage report in her face.

She was about to get angry, but after seeing the report, she explained indifferently that the miscarriage was just an accident. She had accidentally fallen down the stairs while picking up Alan from the airport, which caused the miscarriage.

I sneered; she didn't even prepare a lie properly.

She probably didn't read it carefully; the report clearly indicated a voluntary abortion.

It was her freedom to pick up Alan, and even if she didn't tell me, it didn't matter. But that was our long-awaited child; she silently gave it up and still wanted to hide it.

If it weren't for that schemer Alan sending me the miscarriage report deliberately, I might have remained in the dark forever.

This was the first time in years that I initiated a cold war.

Given Kyra's spoiled princess temperament, how could she tolerate it?

Seeing that I wasn't responding, she became increasingly impatient.

"What do you mean? Don't you know how tired I am every day? Do you have to make a fuss over such a trivial matter?"

I was truly infuriated. "Trivial? Do you consider murder to be trivial?"

"I've already said that the child's condition was unstable, and the accident today just made it worse. Besides, we can have another one, so why do you have to say such harsh things?"

I looked at the woman in front of me in despair, unable to see her as the same person from two years ago.

The doctor said this might be Kyra's only child due to her health conditions. She must know her own body, and to say such things showed that she clearly didn't care about me at all.

If she didn't want our child, it meant she didn't want me.

My heart was completely dead.

I packed my things. Fortunately, it wasn't much. After two years of marriage, my belongings only filled one suitcase.

"If you agree to the divorce, let's meet at the City Hall at 9 a.m. on Monday."

"Get lost! If you have the guts, die outside!"

As I closed the door, a vase was thrown at me, shattering into pieces.

Over the weekend, I substituted for another security, sleeping in the security booth.

Kyra never made our relationship public at the company and never revealed her married status.

No one would expect a lowly security guard to be her husband.

But soon, I wouldn't be.

After the divorce, I would resign. Even though I had been a stay-at-home husband for years, I never stopped learning.

I completed my high school education through self-study. After resigning, I planned to pursue an adult undergraduate degree. With that educational stepping stone and my skills, I was not afraid of not surviving.