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A severe storm brought the city to a standstill, leaving me stranded in an elevator for the entire night. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't reach my spouse Jack Stirke on his mobile.
As my fear of enclosed spaces nearly overwhelmed me, my phone suddenly displayed a message from Jack: "Swamped at the moment, talk to you soon."
Trembling, I attempted to dial emergency services but accidentally glimpsed a social media update from Jack's subordinate, Lily Casley: "My supervisor arrives at my beck and call. How fortunate I am~" with Jack mentioned.
In the past, I would have been furious.
This time, however, I simply removed both of them from my contacts and social media, then called for assistance.
I arrived home looking disheveled and left the separation documents without uttering a word. Meanwhile, Jack was desperately searching for me everywhere.
He was begging on his knees, saying, "Jen, I'll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!"
I merely chuckled and replied, "Then end your life."

Stranded in Betrayal, A Night of Truth and Storms

Upon arriving home, I made a beeline for my office.


I needed to familiarize myself with the specifics of the foreign project—I wanted to be well-prepared.


Jack trailed behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and kneading away the stress.


It wasn't the moment for serious talks.


His touch was soothing yet strong, loosening the tension in my muscles.


Because his technique was remarkably good.


It had been ages since Jack last massaged me.


Back then, he was more clumsy than skilled.


Now he was expertly applying pressure to all the right areas.


I pondered who he might have practiced on.


I grinned inwardly, only to notice Jack observing me.


After a moment, he said, "Jen, regarding that gathering—we were quarreling, so..."


I was taken aback that he even attempted to justify it, but I didn't want to hear more.


Chapter 7