Once Married, We Met Again as Strangers

The tenth time, I was caught in bed with him.

Seb Blackwood's reaction wasn’t as intense as before.

He glanced at his watch, then gently draped a coat over the little girl in his arms.

“Isn’t your prenatal checkup in the afternoon? Why are you back so early?”

When I didn’t answer, he patted the little girl’s head, subtly stepping between us.

“The girl is young. If you have a problem, take it up with me.”

He thought I would react like before.

Hysterical, making a scene.

But what he didn’t know was…

The ten-year promise was about to be fulfilled.

I could leave him soon.

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On the wedding photo on the bedside table were two clear handprints.

One on each side, covering my face and Seb’s.

It almost made you imagine their position just now.

I took a deep breath and looked at Seb.

“Didn’t we agree not to bring people home?”

“Do you even remember what day it is today?” Seb smiled casually.

He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke on my face.

“I drank too much. How could I remember everything?”

The young girl beside him stiffened.

She hurried to dress, looking at me with trembling eyes.

“Mrs. Blackwood, I didn’t mean to.”

“It was last night…”

Seeing how flustered she was, I stepped forward and pulled up her zipper.

“It’s fine. You can go.”

“I know what kind of person Seb is.”

This wasn’t the first time over the years.

Drunk, in a bad mood.

Bored, seeking entertainment.

Anything could become an excuse for his infidelity.

As for the girl in front of me.

She wasn’t even a mistress, not even eighteen.

Why should I trouble myself with her?

The girl fled in panic, and I called Wendy Marsh to clean the room.

The place was a mess, condoms scattered across the floor.

Just looking at it made me nauseous.

I covered my mouth and sprayed disinfectant.

Seb wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

His soft head rubbed against my chest.

“Good wife, when did you become so virtuous?”

“Are you afraid I won’t come back, or have you learned how to be a proper rich wife?”

He pinched my cheek, pleased, and laughed.

“This is very good.”

“As long as you behave, I’ll never let anyone replace you as Mrs. Blackwood.”

As he spoke, Seb casually picked out a pair of earrings from a pile of gift boxes and put them on me.

“This is your reward.”

“Alright, don’t be angry anymore. I know today is our tenth anniversary.”

“Dry your tears. I’ll take you out to celebrate.”

He said it lightly.

But what he didn’t know was that in these ten years…

My tears had already dried.

I avoided his touch and handed him the divorce papers I’d prepared.

“Seb, let’s get a divorce.”

Seb paused, then laughed even louder.

“Enough, Charlie Rivers.”

“You know we can’t divorce.”

He pinched my face, his hands roaming over my body.

Finally, it stopped in my lower abdomen.

“Go pack. I’ll go with you to your prenatal checkup.”

“Don’t torment yourself.” Years ago, to be with Seb, I cut off my family.

My father declared I was never allowed to return to New York, never allowed to go home.