He Took Me for Granted, Now He's on His Knees

Naomi's POV

I swallowed my anger and forced myself to stay calm. "Grandma, did he tell you why we argued?"

She gave me a strained smile. "Yes, he did. That boy, Wilbur, is at least honest about it. He told me he made a mistake—one you might never forgive him for. He gave in to temptation and cheated on you. He said he’s sorry… and that he..."

When she trailed off, I frowned and asked, "That he what?"

Taking a sigh, she continued, "He still hopes you can forgive him. He thinks it's a mistake any man could make, and that it shouldn’t be enough throwing away all the years you’ve been together."

I blinked, wondering if I’d misheard her.

Any man could make this mistake? Because for me, loyalty and faithfulness always came first in every relationship.

Just earlier, when I heard them snuggling at each other, I wanted to record them and expose him, letting the whole world see what kind of man he really was.

But I knew I couldn’t. His family was powerful. If I made a scandal out of this, his parents wouldn’t let me walk away unscathed. Confronting him head-on head-on wouldn’t bring him down—it would only destroy me in the end.

But I wouldn't let that happen. I needed to make him understand what betrayal really felt like.

"Sweetheart, what are you thinking about?" Grandma’s voice pulled me back.

I forced a smile, shaking off my thoughts. "Nothing, Grandma. This is our matter. I’ll handle it myself. You don’t have to worry."

She glanced around, making sure no one else was listening, then squeezed my hand. "Naomi, all I want is for you to have a good life. His family is wealthy, and his parents are well-educated and respectable. Putting this incident aside, marrying him is the best choice for you. I know what Wilbur did was wrong, but he’s a man worth trusting. I hope you can forgive him."

She then patted my hand gently and added, "Besides, you’re not getting any younger. Let's just turn a blind eye to this matter, okay?'

I curled my lips into a small smile and nodded along. "Hmm, got it, Grandma."

Just then, my phone rang. I didn’t even have to check, I already knew who it was—Wilbur.

When I picked it up, I heard his hoarse voice on the other end.

"Naomi, it’s getting late. It's time for Grandma to eat dinner. I happened to be near the hospital, so I bought some food. Can I… come up and see her?"