Secrets of a Plastic Surgery Addict and a Desperate Young Lady

[Just now, a colleague took my phone for a dare. Someone's birthday tonight, so we'll hang out a bit after dinner. Honey, don't forget to take your meds and go to bed early, okay?]

This was the longest message she had sent me lately.

But I wasn't mistaken. The woman in the photo was her, and the man was the doctor from earlier today.

I had seen how she loved Jayden.

I just didn't want to admit it. I thought she would eventually fall in love with me.

But my tolerance only made her push further.

She was probably with some guy right now. I thought of that doctor from earlier today.

My stomach cramped up again. Ever since we got married, I'd been working day and night, and it gave me a stomach ulcer.

I gave her all my salary and still found ways to surprise her with gifts.

But I wanted to give her one last chance.

[Luna, my stomach's acting up again. Can you come home and be with me?]

I bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked one after another.

She had once told me she hated the smell of smoke, so I quit for five years.

But even by 2 a.m., she still hadn't replied.

And the phone's GPS had been showing her location at a hotel five kilometers away.

Staring at the cold food on the table, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh in the dark.

Back then, I was just a high school dropout with nothing but money and a house.

Jayden may have studied medicine, but her parents thought he was too poor and broke up their engagement.

She cried and begged me to go with her to abort his child.

That's when I started taking care of her in every way, indulging all her whims.

On countless nights, she'd mistakenly call me Jayden, but I ignored it, only holding onto her harder.

The day she agreed to marry me, I cried like a child.

Looking back at the past five years, she never once said she loved me.

I, Charles Lewis, have always been a firm believer in fairness.

When it came to Luna, I threw away all my principles. In the end, I was just her ATM.

"Since you won't give me what I deserve, I'll return it myself!

Playing the faithful wife at home but going wild when you see another man. You like thrills, huh?"

The next day, I installed cameras in the living room.

When she came home, she had dark circles under her eyes but somehow looked refreshed from the inside out.

After setting up the cameras, I pointed to the bag in the living room.

"For you, happy birthday!"

She had an awkward, apologetic smile, but the moment she saw the cameras, she frowned.

"Why did you install cameras?"

I packed my suitcase without even looking at her.

"Last night, after I went to the hospital, we had a break-in. It's for security."

"I think you're using security as an excuse. You just want to spy on me. Charles Lewis, you're such a freak!"

She tossed the bag aside and sat on the couch, pouting like a child.

I smirked. She took the bait.

"Then take them down. I've got a flight tonight for a business trip. I'll be back in a week."

I'd heard her strange excuses too many times before.

She used to say I wasn't attentive enough, so I changed.

But now, I told her I went to the hospital, and she's still accusing me of something!

She was surprised when I didn't try to comfort her.

I didn't want to play her games anymore, so I shut the door on her angry shouts.

I checked into the hotel across the street and immediately pulled out my phone to check.

As expected, she called that guy right away and put him on speaker. Her face showed a shyness I had never seen before.