My Husband Cheated on Me, And His Girlfriend Murdered Me

It turned out to be Garet. He parked the car in the garage, got out, and looked at me with a confused expression. “Where are you going?”

“To a party,” I said curtly, trying to walk past him. But he grabbed my wrist and said, “I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not. It’s a colleague’s party, and you don’t even know him.”

“Him?”

“Let go of me, my taxi is waiting!” I said, pushing his hand away and heading for the cab.

“You can’t go to a guy’s party dressed like that,” he said, trying to stop me.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You can cheat with your ex, but I can’t go to a party with a male colleague?” I pushed his hand away again and got into the taxi.

When I arrived at the party, my friends were already enjoying themselves. The living room was buzzing with laughter and conversation, and Hendrick, the host, greeted me warmly. I joined the group and soon found myself caught up in the fun, which included a lively karaoke session in the backyard. It had been a long time since I’d enjoyed myself this much, and we snapped plenty of photos.

During the karaoke, I needed to use the restroom, so I asked Hendrick where it was. He started to explain, but his voice was drowned out by the noise of the party.

Without warning, Hendrick took my hand and guided me inside, away from the commotion. “I’ll show you where the restroom is,” he said once we were far enough from the noise and then let go of my hand.

“Okay,” I said, feeling a bit nervous. The house was enormous, and the restroom on the first floor was centrally located.

I quickly took care of things and emerged from the restroom. Hendrick was still waiting for me near the fish pond, which was surrounded by beautiful koi fish, water lilies, and stones. I stood beside him, and we watched the fish swim gracefully.

“They’re so pretty,” I commented.

“Yeah, they are,” Hendrick agreed. “And you.…”

“Me?” I asked, intrigued.

“I mean, and you know what? Just like these fish, which look their best when they’re well cared for and in the right environment, people also need to be in a good place and treated well to truly shine,” he explained.

“I guess that’s true,” I said. I wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with this, but his words felt meaningful.

After a while, we headed back to the main party area. By then, some friends were preparing to leave since it was getting late. A colleague who lived near me offered me a ride, so I accepted and said my goodbyes to those who remained.

Hendrick saw us off at the gate and gave me a warm smile, which I returned before getting into the car.

“He seems different tonight,” my colleague remarked.

“Different how?”

“Usually, Hendrick is so quiet and reserved at the hospital. But tonight, he’s smiling and more talkative,” she explained.

“Yeah, I noticed that too,” I said. I felt like I was starting to understand him better. While he could be reserved and intense, he also had a warm and approachable side that shone through when given the chance.

In the car, I took a moment to repost all the stories my colleagues had tagged me in. We were all smiling and dancing, and there was even a collage of candid shots. One photo caught my eye: I was laughing at a silly performance while Hendrick looked at me. I didn’t remember when it was taken, but it made me blush. I quickly pushed the thought away—after all, I was still married.

When I got home, Garet was still there. I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my way. “Move!” I said.

He stood there silently, scanning me from head to toe. I rolled my eyes and tried to sidestep him, but he wrapped his arms around me. I was stunned. I used to find comfort in his embrace, but now it only annoyed me. I struggled to free myself and said, “Let me go. Why don’t you stay at Jane’s place tonight?”

At the mention of Jane, his expression shifted, and he released me. “There’s nothing between us. We were just catching up. That’s all,” he insisted.

“Bullshit!” I snapped. Did he really think I was that naïve?

“Let’s go visit your mom,” he suggested.

I hesitated. Why the sudden change of heart?

I didn’t respond and pushed past him, heading upstairs to lock myself in my room. He could use the guest room or the sofa for all I cared.

After removing my makeup and taking a shower, I messaged Roxanne to fill her in on what had happened.

She replied almost immediately, [I think he’s jealous. Good job, Livy!]

[Really?]

[100% positive,] Roxanne responded with confidence. I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction.

It seemed like my plan was working. I was starting to think about accepting Garet’s offer to go to Mom’s house together; it would definitely make her happy.

The day finally arrived. I packed a bag with some clothes and took it to the office, planning to head straight to the train station after work. Garet had offered to pick me up so we could go together. I said, “Whatever.” Given the state of our relationship, I wasn’t sure if he’d actually show up. If he didn’t, I was ready to go alone.

When my shift ended, I grabbed my bag and headed to the lobby to wait for Garet. I’d told him when my shift would finish, and he’d assured me he’d be there soon. As I was waiting, I bumped into Hendrick in the corridor.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, noticing the travel bag I was carrying.

“I’m off to visit my mom for the long weekend. Taking the train,” I replied.

“Do you need a ride? I’m heading home now too,” he offered.

“Thanks, but I think my husband will pick me up,” I said.

Hendrick nodded, and we continued to the lobby. Just then, a red BMW pulled up and stopped right in front of us. Garet got out of the car, looking worried. He quickly started calling for some hospital staff. From the passenger seat, Jane emerged, looking pale. The staff helped her inside, clearly attending to her needs.

Garet spotted me and hurried over. “Livia, I’m really sorry, but Jane’s suddenly sick. I need to take care of her. Can we postpone our visit?”

“No, I’ll go alone. You should stay with her; she needs you more,” I said calmly, trying to keep my tone even as I smiled.

Garet looked surprised and a bit frustrated. “Do you need me to call a taxi for you?”

“No, it’s fine. Hendrick can give me a ride,” I replied, glancing at Hendrick who was waiting nearby. “Isn’t that right?”

Hendrick nodded. “Absolutely.”

Garet looked unhappy but didn’t argue. He just walked away, leaving me and Hendrick.

We got into Hendrick’s car, and there was an awkward silence for a while. Hendrick finally broke it. “Your husband… wasn’t he with the intern just now?”

Hendrick seemed puzzled, and I decided to fill him in. “Yeah, but she’s not an intern anymore. They’re actually cheating on me.”

“You know they’re cheating?” Hendrick asked, clearly taken aback.

“Yep,” I said.

Hendrick was quiet for a moment before asking, “You seem pretty indifferent about this. Are you alright?”

“I’m okay now,” I said with a smile. “I think the spark has been gone for a while.”