The Price of His Betrayal

Visiting the Mistress

The next morning, Clyde miraculously made me breakfast, clearly intending to please me.

Since expanding his business scale, he hadn't made me breakfast in a long time.

What I used to think was a sweet gesture now seemed worthless.

I disposed of the food. Then, I returned to the baby store and asked for the delivery address he had left.

I didn't want a confrontation. I simply wanted to put an end to our marriage. I was curious about how far he would go to protect her.

I couldn't help but be surprised when I looked at the address.

Doubts gnaw at me. I wondered whether I had wrongly accused Clyde.

It was in the neighbourhood. All it took was a five-minute walk to his mistress' place.

"The best place to hide something is in plain sight, isn't it?" I thought.

Before I realized it, I had crumpled the paper.

I calmed my running thoughts and knocked on the door.

The woman I met yesterday answered the door.

With an exaggerated look, she put a hand on her belly, making sure I wouldn't miss what she did.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. Despite her surprised expression, a smug grin flashed across her face.

My gaze lingered on her belly before I scoffed. "Everything went according to your plan. You sent me the picture and gave the baby store your address, all because you want me to come here."

She didn't expect my straightforwardness. After the initial surprise, her grin grew wider. "You're cleverer than I thought."

She blocked the doorway, holding her chin high, looking nothing like the timid woman I met yesterday. She didn't match the description of an abused daughter, either.

"Aren't you inviting me in?" I asked calmly, my tone betraying no emotion.

Stepping aside, she made a gesture of inviting me in, but her smile was unkind.

Walking into her place threw me off guard.

Her presence was the only thing that reminded me I had left home.

Her house's layout mirrored mine. The only difference was that she had luxurious furnishings.

Watching me touch the dining table, she smirked triumphantly. "Isn't it a lovely dining table? It's a foreign brand, worth hundreds of thousands. I don't know much about furniture, but Clyde liked it and insisted on buying it. He likes to treat me with indulgence. That's just the kind of man he is. "

I recognized it as one of the world's top home furnishing brands.

The same table had caught my eye when Clyde and I visited a furniture exhibition two years ago.

He suggested purchasing the table, but I persuaded him otherwise. It was too expensive for a piece of furniture.

I remembered him getting upset at my decision, but he didn't dwell on the matter.

Now I knew he had gotten it for his second home.

'His second home.' My heart ached at the thought.

I scanned my surroundings. Two pairs of slippers lay side by side in the hallway, and two cartoon couple mugs adorned the dining table.

Her place was full of life, resembling more like a loving couple's home than the house Clyde and I shared.

My dejected look didn't escape her. It fueled her enthusiasm and confidence as she brought my attention to every corner of her house.

"Did you see that silly mug? At first, Clyde didn't even want to use it. He claimed the mug didn't match a man of his status. However, he eventually got used to it because I'm fond of them."

A memory pushed itself to the front of my mind as I stared at the mugs.

I once bought matching electric toothbrushes for Clyde and me. One was blue and the other was pink.

I initially hoped he could make do with the blue one, but he thought blue didn't suit him and refused to use it.

I tried my very best to persuade him. In the end, he asked his assistant to bring him a black one to deal with my persistence, while the blue toothbrush was left unused in the mirror cabinet.