Marriage Crisis: When I Found Out He Had A Mistress

To celebrate five years of marriage, a devoted wife painstakingly prepares a special anniversary dinner featuring all of York Portman’s favorite dishes. But as the hours slip away, her anticipation turns to dread. When York’s assistant calls desperately seeking his signature for an urgent project, she realizes her husband isn't at the office as he claimed. With his phone switched off and his whereabouts unknown, the devastating truth about her billionaire husband begins to unravel.

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Chapter 2

But can the human heart truly change?

York, who once has eyes only for me, when does he start sharing his love with another woman?

Is it his childhood sweetheart, Charlize Theron? Or perhaps his former flame, Anne Blanchett?

I'd never entertained such thoughts before, leaving me at a loss to suspect anyone beyond these two.

Swallowing my heartache, I opened the mystery woman's social media.

Her latest post, from noon today, was a leggy selfie—fair and slender. The perfect angle, with a red anklet adding a touch of allure.

The caption read: [Free tonight. Anyone up for drinks?]

York's like stood out in the comments.

My brow furrowed as I scrolled through her feed—a parade of sultry selfies with flirtatious captions.

Either we had no mutual friends, or York was her sole contact. His likes and comments were the only ones I could see.

Something felt off, but before I could dig deeper, the shower stopped. I hastily locked the phone and returned it, feeling like the guilty party.

York, freshly dressed, joined me at the table, pouring wine.

"Happy fifth anniversary, darling!"

I clinked glasses, feigning composure. "York, will you always love me like this?"

He met my gaze. "Of course, sweetheart!"

"You won't get bored of me someday and... cheat?"

He chuckled. "What nonsense! With you in my life, no one else could catch my eye. Never have, never will."

Despite the bloodshot eyes, his gaze was as clear as ever, betraying nothing.

His calm demeanor only twisted the knife in my heart. How could he lie so effortlessly?

I couldn't bring myself to confront him about the message. Am I afraid of the truth, or hoping it is all a misunderstanding due to lack of concrete evidence?

Exhausted, York didn't notice my unease. He was soon fast asleep.

As his steady breathing filled the darkness, my tears flowed freely.

My heart felt hollow. We love each other so much. How could this happen?

Sweet memories flickered and shattered before my eyes. My husband lay inches away yet felt lost to me.

After tossing and turning for hours, I made a silent vow: I would find out who this woman was.

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