Divorce After His Affair

I hired a reliable caregiver to look after Mom, and then dragged my exhausted self back home. As I pushed open the bedroom door, an overwhelming scent of perfume hit me, sweet and excessively strong. I walked over to the bed and froze. On the bedside table lay a pair of exquisite earrings, platinum set with tiny diamonds—they looked as though they cost a fortune. And they definitely weren’t mine!

There were several unfamiliar strands of golden hair on the pillow. Rage surged through me; Waylon George had dared to cheat with Kendra Parker in our bed! My heart shattered at that moment.

I contacted a moving company and had all my belongings transferred back to Mom's place. Once that was done, I sat in the empty living room, feeling lighter than I had in a long time, as if a tremendous weight had lifted off my shoulders.

Later that evening, Waylon returned.

"Decided to come home, did you? Is your mom doing better?"

I looked him straight in the eye and said firmly, "I want a divorce."

His expression turned cold. "You come back and this is the first thing you say?"

I tossed the divorce papers I had prepared onto the table in front of him. "Take a look yourself."

He flew into a rage. "Victoria Robinson, have you lost your mind? You talk about divorce at the drop of a hat!"

I gazed at him coolly, throwing the earrings in his direction. "Look at these. I found them on the nightstand in our bedroom! And this!" I flung the sealed bag containing the hair at him. "This was on our bed. What else do you have to say for yourself?"

His eyes flickered; he couldn't meet my gaze.

"She suddenly didn't feel well that day, so I just let her rest for a bit..."

"Rest? Waylon George, do you think I'm a fool?" I laughed bitterly. "What do you take me for? Did you really think I was in the dark about your little games?"

"You've been bringing her to our home, acting as if I don't even exist."

"Darling, don't get it wrong. I just felt sorry for her being all alone in a foreign place, wanted to take care of her a bit..."

Waylon was still trying to wriggle his way out with his usual excuses. I was almost amused by how shameless he was.

Ever since Kendra moved into our apartment building last year, Waylon had been frequently visiting her, under the pretense of taking care of a 'fellow expat.' He was attentive to her but increasingly indifferent toward me, his own wife.