Divorced After Her Betrayal

In my senior year, we visited another university for a graduation exchange program and thesis presentations. I gave a passionate speech on stage, full of confidence and energy.

Afterward, my roommate told me a girl had asked for my contact information. I accepted her friend request and agreed to meet her for the first time.

We fell into a whirlwind romance, like any ordinary couple. Her warmth and sincerity left me no room to resist, and within half a month, we were officially together.

However, the moment she learned that all my university expenses came from part-time jobs, I noticed a flicker of something in her eyes—a spark of enthusiasm quietly extinguished. Not long after, her attitude began to cool. Naively, I thought she was just being reserved. So, I tried harder. I loved her more and cared for her more.

By graduation, I told her I wanted to give her a home. I promised to buy a house in full and put it in her name. She hesitated for a moment before nodding and agreeing to marry me, but added, “We’re still young. Let’s not tell anyone about it for now.”

Blinded by love, I didn’t think much of it and drowned myself in the dopamine of our relationship.

Looking back now, perhaps that was the moment I became nothing more than a tool in her eyes. Once the house was bought, I no longer held any value to her.

Tears welled up in my dry eyes as the realization hit me. I wiped them away roughly, my hands trembling as I opened my contacts and dialed my father’s number.

As the ringing echoed in my ear, I couldn’t help but wonder—if I had followed my father’s advice and gone abroad back then, would everything have turned out differently?

Alas, life doesn’t work with “what ifs.”

The call connected, and my father’s stern voice came through. I swallowed my trembling and admitted my mistakes although I didn’t go into detail about Lynette as I didn’t want to worry him.

Nonetheless, it seemed like he already understood everything. With a sigh, he said firmly, “I’ll handle this. You’ve learned enough at the branch office. Start as General Manager at the head office. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this call?”

I didn’t respond, guilt bubbling inside me.

Half an hour after the call ended, news spread in the work group chat that the General Manager from headquarters would be coming to oversee the branch office. The chat exploded with speculation and excitement.

Lynette’s recent social media post became old news. I clicked on her profile picture, intending to send a message and ask her what I had ever meant to her, but when I tried to initiate the conversation, I realized she had already blocked me.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I spent the entire night lying on the living room floor, unable to sleep.

The next day, I drove the Maybach to work. In the parking garage, just as I stepped out of the car, I spotted two people locked in a heated kiss inside an Audi. The hairpin I had given Lynette for our wedding anniversary was still in her hair.

Rage burned in my eyes as I marched forward and knocked on the car window. The first knock was ignored. Her hair was tangled in his hands, all her previous elegance and restraint completely gone. It looked as if they were moments away from tearing each other’s clothes off.

Fighting the nausea rising in my stomach, I knocked again.

This time, Jim paused, turning with irritation, clearly upset at being interrupted. When he saw me, his anger surged further. Rolling down the window, he barked, “Zack, are you out of your damn mind? Get lost! Don’t ruin my good time!”

Startled to see me, a flicker of panic crossed Lynette’s face.

“Zack, what are you doing here? Don’t you know the General Manager is visiting today? Why are you wasting time in the parking garage? Don’t tell me you’re here just to harass us. Didn’t I explain everything to you yesterday?”