jackie_long

On my wife's birthday, I rushed back from another city overnight.  
But the one who opened the door was my male assistant, wearing my bathrobe.  
"Mr. Lucas, I came to report to Ms. Johnson, and accidentally got caught in the rain, so I took a shower. Please don't misunderstand."  
"There's nothing to explain."  
My wife, also in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom with a look of disdain on her face. Her gaze towards me was full of contempt.  
"Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip? Why are you back?"  
I paused for a moment, then shook my head and gave a light laugh. "It's nothing. Just came back to grab a few documents."  
I casually tossed the carefully chosen birthday gift into the trash bin, then sent a message to my lawyer.  
"Help me draft a divorce agreement."

After My Wife Had an Affair with Her Assistant, I Chose Divorce

After hearing my words, Amanda froze, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She probably thought I would back down, just like before—ready to compromise, to give in.

"Remember to sign it, or this will end badly."

My voice was raspy, and I rose to leave.

"Mr. Lucas, why go this far? Ms. Johnson was just joking with you. Why get so upset?"

I wrenched his hand off, my patience evaporating.

Other colleagues moved in, trying to smooth things over.

"Mr. Lucas, why ruin such a joyful occasion? Why make things awkward?"

"Yeah, you and Ms. Johnson are married—what's the issue? Can't you just talk it out?"

Before I could respond, Amanda's voice cut through.

"You think a little threat will scare me?!"

Ethan, ever the opportunist, tried again, moving towards me.

"Mr. Lucas, please don't act like this..."

He leaned in close, his voice lowering, tinged with sarcasm.

"Your wife is so tight, it feels so real."

I felt my blood boil. In an instant, I shoved him away, but I saw the smug glint in his eyes.

Ethan yelped as he stumbled backward, hitting the floor.

Amanda, seething with rage, rushed forward and pushed me aside.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

Her command sliced through the tension in the room, and everyone quickly cleared out.

Even Ethan, who had hoped to stick around, was forcibly pushed out.

When the door closed behind him, leaving just the two of us, Amanda's expression was dark, her anger palpable.

"What exactly do you think you're doing? In front of everyone, are you trying to ruin my reputation?"

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"Your reputation? When you made me lose face, did you care about that?"

Amanda's brow furrowed, a look of realization crossing her face as her voice grew sharper.

"Is this about Ethan again? I told you, there's nothing between us! Can't you stop being so petty?"

In that moment, the dam inside me broke.

Everything I had been holding back came spilling out.

I shouted, my voice cracking with frustration.

"I can't stand my wife getting so involved with another man!"

"I can't stand another man walking around in my bathrobe, flirting with my wife in my own home!"

"I can't stand a kept man throwing it in my face every damn day!"

All the words I had bottled up for so long poured out in a tidal wave.

But instead of feeling a sense of release, my chest felt heavier, the pain more acute.

It was like ripping open a wound that had barely begun to heal—only for it to bleed even more.

Amanda stood motionless, stunned by my outburst.

It seemed like she never expected me to snap like this.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice slow and uncertain.

I couldn't help but give a bitter laugh.

Any man with a shred of dignity, with normal thoughts, would never accept this.

Not when his wife, in plain sight, flirts with another man.

Because every shred of love I had for her had been worn down by one disappointment after another.

Or maybe, the truth was that I just didn't love her anymore.

I took a deep breath, forced a bitter smile, and looked at her.

"After some time, I'll give you the divorce papers. Please make sure you sign them."

Part 5