I Exposed His Mistress At Our Wedding

When Kylian got back that evening, I had just placed the final bowl of soup on the dining table. He slipped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, and nuzzling gently.

"It's so nice having a wife; a hot meal waiting for you when you get home," he murmured. His presence was accompanied by a subtle scent that drifted past my nose. My body tensed for a moment, but I forced myself to stay composed, gently removing his hands from my waist.

"Go wash up and let's eat," I said softly.

As he turned away, the smile I had maintained vanished, leaving my face cold and indifferent.

We sat down to eat, but his phone never left his side. He was constantly texting and smiling, his mind clearly somewhere else.

I looked up, my voice tinged with curiosity. "Who are you chatting with? You seem so happy."

He looked up suddenly, our eyes meeting briefly. I noticed a flicker of panic before he returned to his usual demeanor. He laughed it off, saying, "Oh, just some funny stuff my colleagues are joking about in the WhatsApp group."

Playing along, I asked, "Let me see too."

In the next moment, he turned off his screen and placed his phone face down on the table, trying to appear casual.

"They're just being rowdy, nothing interesting," he said, avoiding my gaze and urging, "Let's eat before the food gets cold."

The light in my eyes quietly dimmed. The once-shy teenager I had fallen for could now lie effortlessly without flinching. At that moment, an overwhelming sense of disappointment enveloped me.