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Just three days before our silver wedding anniversary.
I discovered his secret, a tiny underground room.
From wall to ceiling, it was plastered with countless photos of another woman.
Apparently, from his thirties to his sixties, someone else had occupied his heart.
Those crucial business trips, those exotic decorative pieces.
Everything now made sense, as I gazed at their beaming faces in the photos.
I looked down at my own hands, marked with wrinkles and age spots.
Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted.

He Adorned the Basement With Photos Of His First Love

Days passed one by one, and Myra gradually began to appear in public settings at the company.


I had retired from work many years ago, and except for some old employees, the new ones at the company had no impression of me whatsoever.


I seldom appeared in public with Garrison and the others before, and the media hadn't captured many photos of me either.


As soon as the graceful and composed Myra appeared, everyone started exclaiming that Garrison had been hiding a precious gem.


A bunch of anonymous netizens online, as if under some spell, began shipping them as a couple.


The two of them suddenly became the talk of the town - a renowned entrepreneur and his capable wife.


Even the company's stock price rose significantly as a result.


Dashiell sent me several messages, all of which, without exception, accused me of not knowing my place.


Causing a divorce at such an age, it's fortunate the company didn't suffer any consequences.


Chapter 7