True Heart is Broken, True Love Remains Forever

After that, I called Ariella numerous times, but she didn't pick up.

She didn't reply to my messages either.

I was anxious and didn't know what to do, constantly distracted at work.

I regretted drinking too much that day more than anything.

If I hadn't gotten drunk, none of this would've happened.

Besides, no matter how much I tried to recall, I didn't think I had touched Chloe.

I was desperately trying to figure out a way to fix things.

But Ariella had already made up her mind to divorce me.

My parents soon heard the whole story from her.

They stormed into the hotel, disappointment written all over their faces.

"Xavier, how could you do something like this? If word gets out, where will our family's reputation go?

"Ariella is a good girl, and you were the one in the wrong. If you can stay together, great. If not... don't mistreat her. We owe her that much."

Their words made me so ashamed, I couldn't even lift my head.

I was their only son. When I married Ariella, her family demanded an outrageous dowry of fifty thousand.

My parents didn't hesitate and gave up their entire savings.

They even helped with the down payment on our house.

All they wanted was for us to have a happy life together.

And now, not even a year later, we were already talking about divorce.

And it was all my fault.

Unable to vent my frustration, I called up a friend to drink away my sorrows.

I hardly ever drank, and I could count the number of times I'd gotten drunk on one hand. But, of course, the one time I did, it caused this mess.

Alcohol really does ruin things.

My friend saw me sit down, looking miserable, downing one drink after another, and couldn't help but ask, "Man, what's going on?"

I hadn't planned on telling him. After all, it wasn't exactly something to be proud of.

But after a few drinks, the words just poured out of me, and I told him everything.

My friend frowned after hearing the whole story. "Dude, do you think you got set up?"

I froze for a moment.

Honestly, when I thought about it, there were a lot of strange things about that night.

My friend said he had planned to take me home, but Chloe had insisted that Ariella was coming to get me, so they left me with her.

But how did we end up at a hotel? And how did my wife happen to catch us there?

I had no memory of anything after that.

Still, it was all just speculation. They didn't seem to have any reason to set me up.

I figured I'd just have to accept my bad luck and swallow the bitter pill.

But I never expected what happened next to completely shatter everything I thought I knew!