I Exposed His Mistress At Our Wedding

After dinner, he insisted on doing the dishes himself. I lounged on the couch, sneaking glances at Kylian while he worked in the kitchen. He kept checking his phone, a smile playing on his lips throughout. It was almost absurd how six years of relationship seemed overshadowed by the allure of something fresh.

Once he finished cleaning up, he approached me with a box of spiced honey cake like it was a precious offering. "Honey, I got your favorite spiced honey cake," he said, looking at me with the eager eyes of a child seeking approval. I've always had a sweet tooth, believing dessert could soothe the soul. But now, no amount of sweetness could dissolve the bitterness inside me.

I stared at the cake box, my mind adrift. Kylian noticed and gently asked, "Honey, what's on your mind?"

Snapped back to reality, I reached out for the cake. Just then, his phone rang on the table. Before I could see who was calling, he swiftly grabbed it, as if worried I might see the caller ID.

My hand hovered in mid-air and then fell, sending the box to the floor with a thud. The phone continued to ring persistently. In his rush to end the call, Kylian accidentally hit the answer button.

"Kylian," a soft female voice came through, sounding tearful.

I looked up at him, catching a brief flicker of panic in his eyes. He quickly lowered the phone's volume to its minimum and his expression instantly shifted to calm.

He pointed at the phone and mouthed, "It's a colleague," before hastily retreating to the balcony with the phone.