My Husband Chose His Mistress

That afternoon, I was in a meeting at Stewart Enterprises. On my way there, I noticed the staff giving me puzzled looks. Unsure of what was going on, I finished the meeting, and my assistant, Winifred, handed me my phone. It was then that I saw Joseph was trending online.

The trending video showed Joseph in a tuxedo, sharing a passionate kiss with Elise, who wore a veil, amidst the crowd at a concert. The singer, Augustus, jokingly asked if he was getting married and offered to dedicate the song "Endless Love" to them. Joseph's eyes turned red, and he shook his head.

"I'm marrying someone I don't love. This concert is my wedding gift to myself," he said. "I want to put out my love and walk into the grave of marriage; I just want to go wild with the one I love, one last time." The kiss lingered, drawing cheers from the crowd.

"To love!" he shouted before tossing the microphone and picking Elise up in a bridal carry, running off amidst applause and cheers. The comments beneath the video were filled with praise for their relationship.

"True love can't be stopped!"

"In love, those who aren't loved are the ones out in the cold."

"Joseph is so unfortunate, pushed into a business marriage with someone he doesn't love!"

"It's what everyone faces, marrying someone you're not in love with!"

It was clear that, in Joseph's heart, I was just a fallback. His love was saved for Elise, despite her having left him once before. I stared at the comments silently for a long time. Winifred watched me anxiously. "Ms. Thompson," she suggested cautiously, "do you want to hire someone to suppress this news about Mr. Stewart?"

I placed the phone down calmly. "There's no need. Joseph was open about it, which means he's quite willing to be."

As it turned out, my decision was the right one. That evening, Joseph shared the concert video with the caption "Proof of Love."

Perhaps to get one last bit of recklessness out of his system, Joseph didn't come home that night, despite my numerous messages asking to talk. Instead, I received a message from Elise.

"Joey's asleep now. If there's anything, we can talk tomorrow," read the message. The image attached was of Joseph with flushed cheeks, wrapped only in a towel. Elise's hair draped over Joseph's chest, and my sharp eye noticed an open condom wrapper on the bed.

I smiled bitterly, feeling the last flicker of hope in my heart go out completely. As the clock struck midnight, I made the call.

"Dad, I've made up my mind. I'm ready to go abroad and take over the company."