Divorce After Wife's Deceit

Alessia jumped up, hands on her hips. "Albert, what's gotten into you? I generously bought you a car, and this is how you repay me?"

With those words, she turned away and began to cry. In the past, I would have wrapped her in my arms before a single tear fell, offering comfort. But today, that instinct was gone. I brushed past her, retreating into the study and closing the door firmly behind me.

Since our marriage, Alessia and I hadn't shared the same bed. Every one of those countless nights, I spent alone in the study. Staring at the narrow single bed, I questioned the purpose of this marriage. Perhaps it was time to end this one-sided relationship.

I opened my laptop, browsing aimlessly while my mind wandered. Alessia had been my ideal, love at first sight. I was captivated by her vivacious spirit the moment I first saw her. I did everything I could to win her over, offering her everything I had.

Eventually, my persistence wore her down, and she agreed to be with me. The day I announced our relationship, I bought 9,999 roses and promised to love her forever. Her bright smile convinced me that I had won her heart.

Even after we married, though she didn't want to share a bedroom, I tried my best to respect her wishes. But the arrival of Ozzy Jones opened my eyes to the fact that some people could easily claim what I yearned for. It was time to wake up from this dream.

"Knock, knock."

The door to the study creaked open, and Alessia entered, holding a cup of coffee.

"Okay, darling, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten you a second-hand car. How about we go to the dealership tomorrow and buy a new one?"

It was rare for Alessia to swallow her pride like this. She set the cup down and gently leaned against my shoulders from behind, pressing her soft form against me. A sweet fragrance enveloped me.

Alessia's hands wandered over me, rekindling a long-dormant desire with every touch. Feeling a bit lost and entranced, I turned and took her into my arms. She responded willingly, and I traced a path down to her neck.

There, an unmistakable red mark caught my eye, hitting me like a punch as images of her and Ozzy flashed in my mind. Passion cooled instantly, and I pushed her away.

"Leave," I murmured, voice strained with control. "I need to be alone."

Alessia was stunned by my rejection, her lovely almond-shaped eyes filled with hurt. Once, those were the eyes I adored, so full of emotion. But now, they seemed to mock me with indifference.

Seeing that I didn’t react as she expected, a sarcastic smirk appeared on her lips. "Oh, Albert, stop pretending. Haven’t you always wanted to be with me?"

"Now that I’m here, what's with the act?"

I couldn't believe such words came from Alessia. Meeting her dismissive gaze, it felt as if a vibrant flower was wilting right before my eyes.

"No big loss. I'm not dying to cater to you anyway."

The door slammed shut with force. I clutched my chest, gasping for air as tears flowed freely. It felt like my insides were being torn apart.

I wiped away my tears, resolute in my decision. This marriage—this charade—had to end.