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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

The preparation I'd done made me feel at ease when I returned to the branch office.


Jack reached out constantly, from morning until night.


His messages shifted from furious questioning to gentle updates about his daily life.


"Jen Sante, what's going on? Are we considering ending our marriage?"


"Jen, where have you gone? It's dangerous for you to be by yourself, I'm here at the house."


"Jen, this place feels empty without your presence."


Unexpectedly, I found myself understanding Jack's emotions.


Interacting with someone you've moved past can be incredibly draining.


When colleagues teased me about my persistent admirer, I managed to quip, "He's quite the nuisance!"


I neither responded to his messages nor blocked his number.


Anticipating the moment he'd lose momentum, the day he'd accept the divorce.


Given my familiarity with Jack, I sensed that day wasn't too distant.


Chapter 12