When My Son Died, My Wife Was Busy Picking Up Her First Love

At the largest restaurant in the city, I sat next to my friend, unable to utter a single word.

The room was filled with friends who had rushed in from out of town after hearing the news, but no one knew what to say to comfort me.

They exchanged glances, starting to speak but then stopping, the awkward tension hanging thick in the air.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the hallway outside.

"Reyna, I didn't expect someone as young as you to achieve so much already. Keep up the good work, and who knows, maybe my position will be yours one day."

The next moment, Reyna's familiar and hypocritical voice filled the room.

"Mr. Floyd, you flatter me! It's all thanks to your excellent guidance."

The tone of her voice sounded so different.

It was usually so cold and distant toward me and everyone else, now dripping with a sickening level of sycophancy.

I recalled all the times she had boasted about how she looked down on people who sucked up to their superiors.

Then I shook my head speechlessly.

I didn't want to see her, but just then, a friend who had arrived late called me, asking me to meet him at the entrance.

So, with no other choice, I left the private room and walked toward where Reyna was standing.

I was dressed in a casual suit.

As soon as she saw me, her face went pale.

She immediately assumed I had come specifically to humiliate her in front of her boss.

But she didn't even notice that the chairman smiled warmly at me when he saw me approach.

The moment I walked past her, Reyna yanked me aside, gripping my arm tightly.

"What are you doing here? You can throw tantrums at home all you want, but right now, this is my work time. I'm about to get promoted, and if you mess this up, I swear we're done!"

She acted like I was some threat to her career, with no trace of the affection that should have been between us as husband and wife.

Instinctively, I tried to shake her off.

But her grip was surprisingly strong, and I couldn't break free.

"Who told you I came here for you? You're so self-centered. Am I not allowed to have my own business?"

Hearing this, she seemed to find it hilarious, as if I had told the funniest joke in the world.

She was about to mock me when the chairman's voice came from behind us.

"Reyna, what are you and your husband whispering about over there? You two look so sweet."

Embarrassed by his teasing, Reyna shook me off and denied it instantly.

"No, no! He's just a friend, not my husband. I… I'm not married yet."

She spoke with such certainty, and the others around her nodded in understanding.

"That makes sense now. I remember last time, it wasn't him who came to pick up Reyna after work."

"I've seen her husband before. They're so sweet together, even after all these years."

They continued their lively chatter, completely oblivious to how the chairman's expression grew darker with each passing second.

Finally, he turned to me with a questioning look.

"Dayton, you two aren't… married?"

Reyna looked startled, surprised that the chairman even knew my name, but before she could say anything, I simply shook my head.

Then I took a step back.

"Mr. Floyd, I don't know her."