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"Sweetie, I'll give you a glimpse of my physique via video chat once I'm back at my lodgings this evening."
The notification from my partner appeared shortly after his departure for a work-related journey.
We'd been in a relationship for half a decade, and his method of "keeping tabs" on me during his absences remained consistent. He steered clear of nightlife spots, and if he indulged in alcohol, he made sure to inform me. Even when staying at hotels, he insisted on ringing me before retiring for the night to ensure my well-being.
At 21:00, right on schedule, Clayton Ledger initiated the usual video call.
"Irene, this accommodation is enormous. I wish you were here with me. It's unfortunate they won't allow it, but next time I'm away for work, I'll bring you along..."
In the video feed, Clayton appeared drowsy, attempting to reassure me of his solitude in the room.
However, he was unaware that moments earlier, I had received another video.
It was from Matias Adher. Bare-chested, with a glazed expression, a woman in a rabbit costume was kneeling before him, planting kisses on his abdomen, her grin mischievous.

Betrayed by My Husband, The Video Exposed Everything

Three days passed, and I had a surprise in store for him.


"Your signature is needed here," I said, presenting Clayton with a document, my face devoid of emotion.


"It's a contribution form. As you know, I've been aiding underprivileged children in mountainous regions for years. This time, it's a two-million-dollar gift."


"Sure thing," Clayton replied, seizing the pen and hastily signing without hesitation, his faith in me unshakeable.


I cocked my head and gave a slight smirk. "You didn't even read it. Aren't you concerned it could be divorce papers?"


Clayton laughed, tousling my hair affectionately. "Even if it were a contract to sell myself, I'd sign it if it came from you, Irene."


As he retreated to his office, I gazed at the newly signed divorce agreement in my hands, a gradual smile spreading across my face.


As you stated, you'll depart with nothing.


That evening, he went to bed early. "Sweet dreams," he murmured gently. "I'm off on a business trip tomorrow, likely for three days. I'll keep in touch daily."


I lounged on the sofa, absently perusing a book, and nodded dismissively. "Okay."


Shortly after, Odessa's message appeared on my phone screen.


[Irene, as a fellow woman, you must have realized by now. I've been having an affair with your husband.]


[Want to bet he told you tonight about a three-day business trip?]


[In reality, he's taking me to a new beachside inn for some excitement...]


I read the message dispassionately, then calmly captured a screenshot and sent it to my attorney.


While he set off for his coastal tryst with Odessa, I too was en route there, accompanied by Matias.


He offered congratulations on my newfound freedom, and that night, we shared wine and inevitably found ourselves in each other's embrace.


After eight years of bachelorhood, Matias was far more passionate than Clayton had ever been.


He cherished me like a priceless gem, and we spent countless nights lost in each other's company.


We switched off our phones and remained at the seaside inn, reveling in three uninterrupted days together.


On the third day, as I reclined in Matias's arms, I lazily reached for my phone and discovered a string of missed calls from Clayton.


I discarded the phone without a second thought, nestling back into Matias's warm embrace and drifting off once more.


Later that afternoon, the phone rang again, and this time, Matias answered.


"Looking for Irene? She's still sleeping. If it's urgent, you can tell me."


There was a moment of shocked silence before Clayton's voice exploded in rage.


"What's going on? Put my wife on the phone!"


Matias chuckled, his tone as composed as it was cutting.


"But she's nestled in my arms, fast asleep. Would you like me to wake her with a kiss for you?"


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