Husband's Affair and Divorce

Both Bridger and I studied at the London Academy of Fine Arts for college. Right from the beginning, I was acutely aware that as the sole daughter of the Wilson family, I was expected to take over the family business after graduation. Bridger, however, was different. He had an intense passion for art and was determined to turn his hobby into a career. I found this deeply moving and gradually developed a special affection for him.

As the saying goes, "A woman's pursuit of a man is like a soft veil," and sure enough, we quickly became a couple and married right after graduation. While I thrived in the family business, Bridger struggled to find his footing and remained frustrated in his pursuits. My heart couldn't bear seeing him like this, so I secretly funded his art exhibitions, pretending that a wealthy patron had discovered his untapped talent. I invited all my friends to attend and shower him with praise.

Gradually, Bridger transformed from despondent to dedicated, immersing himself in his art once more. At the time, I was moved by my sacrifices, but now I only feel like a fool.

Two months ago, I introduced Amiri Dixon to Bridger as his student. From then on, Bridger spoke to me with growing impatience, and even our time together became rushed and indifferent. Yet, he would spend hours smiling at his phone like a lovestruck teenager.

I sensed something was off in our relationship, but I refused to accept it. I had many conversations with Bridger, and he repeatedly assured me that nothing inappropriate was happening with Amiri. I believed him.

Driven by a desire for security, I decided to stop taking my birth control pills. I hoped that having a child would ground Bridger and prevent him from taking the final step with Amiri. However, today, as I planned to share the news of the pregnancy with him, I personally discovered their infidelity.

Ironically, up until that very moment, Bridger had been lying to me, insisting they were merely working on art together. Clearly, in his eyes, I was easy to deceive.

After warning my friends to stop flattering Bridger, I contacted the Wilson family's lawyer. No matter how heartbroken I was, my rationality prevailed. The Wilson family had too much at stake, and there was no way I’d let an unfaithful man take advantage of any of it.

Just after I hung up, Bridger came back home. "Honey, that necklace is a limited edition. They were sold out, but I got you a similar one. See if you like it."

“I'll look at it later.”

I wasn't about to let a necklace make me forget Bridger's betrayal, nor did I take the gift box he offered. He looked slightly displeased, but I was no longer the woman swayed by his moods, nor would I foolishly try to cheer him up.

I turned away to draw a bath when I received a message from Amiri on WhatsApp: "Can I accept such an expensive piece of jewelry from my mentor?" Attached was a photo of the very designer necklace I had been eyeing.