My Husband Lied to Me, and I Chose to Let Him Go

I grew bolder in expressing my feelings for him, doing my best to win over everyone around him.

Every time I visited Gale University, his colleagues would jokingly say that Greg’s lab was about to become the most luxurious in all of Gale City.

Finally, I achieved my dream of marrying him. I stepped back from family business and connections, focusing entirely on building the little home I had worked so hard to secure.

But as time passed—over a year, in fact—I still hadn’t gotten pregnant.

The psychological pressure weighed heavily on me, so I finally mustered the courage to go to the hospital for a check-up. It turned out to be my fault; I had a body that made it difficult to conceive.

When I shared the results with Greg, he comforted me with such care, easing my mental burden, which only made me feel more guilty.

I wanted to present him with the best of everything, but then Amicia came into the picture.

Part 2

Amicia was the daughter of Greg’s godmother and also a new student of his that year.

Greg arranged for her to rent an apartment in our neighborhood, claiming it was for convenience and to help take care of her.

At first, I welcomed her warmly, often inviting her over for dinner and even preparing her lunch to take to school with them.

But one day, I made some soup and decided to deliver it to them. When I arrived at Greg's lab, I found no sign of either of them.

I asked one of the students still in the lab and they pointed me in a direction, their expressions oddly knowing as they looked at me.

When I finally caught sight of the scene in the last break room, everything clicked and I understood the strange expressions on their faces.

Greg and Amicia had two of my prepared lunches in front of them. Amicia was holding a spoon, leaning in to feed Greg, who opened his mouth to accept it, even turning to smile at her. In that moment, the soup I was holding felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

My voice trembled as I managed to speak, “What are you doing?!”

The hallway was quiet during lunch break, so my voice echoed, drawing the attention of several people who poked their heads out from behind doors.

Greg jumped up at the sight of me and reached out to pull me closer, but I caught a glimpse of Amicia’s triumphant smile.

Blood rushed to my head. I yanked my arm away from Greg and hurled the soup can to the floor.

The stainless steel can clattered loudly, drawing even more onlookers.

Greg’s face turned pale as he pulled me inside, slamming the door shut to block everyone’s view.

“Wen, are you out of your mind? What are you doing here making a scene?”

I glared at him, my eyes burning with anger and insisted, “What were you two just doing?”

Amicia chimed in, her tone feigning sweetness.

“Wendy, you’re overreacting. We were just having a little fun. With the door wide open, what did you expect us to do?”

I ignored Amicia and locked eyes with Greg, who slowly began to show a flicker of guilt under my gaze.

Yet, he still frowned and said impatiently, “Amicia was just having a bit of fun with me. You really shouldn’t come here anymore; it’s so embarrassing.”

I couldn’t recall how I managed to leave that room that day, but from that moment on, it was crystal clear: Amicia was determined to take my place.

Part 3

I soon arrived at Leon’s law firm and took a seat across from him. Without any dramatic buildup, I stated my demands plainly.

“My husband is cheating on me with one of his students and flaunting it in front of me every day.

"We don’t have any children, so I want him to leave with nothing. Ideally, I want him to be publicly humiliated as well.”