Chapter 3

When I was sick with a cold and fever, he accompanied Vivienne to buy the latest designer handbag.

While I was struggling to eat due to morning sickness, he went with Vivienne to a church to light candles and pray for their love.

Not only that, but Alec and Vivienne also spent several hours in the presidential suite, making passionate love.

I don't know when Alec became like this.

Seven years ago, fresh out of college, I was ambitious and didn't want to work for a top-ranking family business.

So I moved to another state alone and became an intern at Alec's company.

Alec fell in love with me at first sight, and after his persistent pursuit, I quickly fell for him too.

On the day he proposed to me, he bought out all the fireworks in the city.

As the fireworks exploded, Alec made his vow of love to me,

"Melody, fireworks may fade, but my love for you will never disappear."

I accepted his proposal, and just like that, seven years passed.

I thought I would live happily ever after, until Vivienne appeared.

It's truly ironic.

Seven years later, my husband is having an affair with a new intern.

Fate really is an interesting cycle.

That evening, I received protest photos from Vivienne.

In the pictures, Alec and she were passionately making out.

"Big sis Melody, Mr. Carlisle hasn't touched you in a long time, has he? He says you're old and boring, not lovable like me!"

Thinking back carefully, Alec and I indeed rarely got intimate this past year.

Every time he came close, I would push him away.

A month ago, after drinking, he got tangled up with me and called out Vivienne's name.

That night, he said explicit things he'd never said before.

And he was particularly energetic.

I thought at the time he was still thinking about work.

Now I realize, he was simply imagining I was Vivienne.

After that time, I became pregnant with this child.

Alec's love can be divided in two.

He can accompany Vivienne, doing all sorts of couple things.

Yet in front of me, he can quickly play the role of a good husband.

I never used to believe men think with their lower half, but now I have no choice but to believe it.

I'm tired.

Or rather, I've lost interest in continuing to act alongside Alec.

I called my dad.

"Dad, I want to come home."

My father's voice on the other end of the phone sounded anxious.

"Melody, what happened?"

I let out a bitter laugh and sighed.

"He cheated on me. I want a divorce."

I could feel my dad trying hard to control his emotions.

"Alright, sweetie. Dad supports whatever decision you make."

"Okay, I'll be home in a couple of days."

Sometimes I think, parents are definitely our best support and safety net.

After hanging up, I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, Alec had already prepared a table full of delicious breakfast.

All my favorite foods.

"Sleepyhead, you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you."

"Hungry? Come on, get up and eat."

I pretended not to notice the hickey on his neck.

I didn't have much appetite, only drank a glass of cold milk.

Seeing this, Alec placed a steaming bowl of seafood noodles in front of me.