Chapter 1

In six years of marriage to Kellan, he's given me eighty-eight Louis Vuitton bags.

But each new bag represents another woman he's been with on the side.

Out of guilt, he buys me bags as compensation.

We've maintained this polite façade all along.

Until yesterday, when he gave me a Hermès Himalaya with diamond hardware.

I know he's going to divorce me.

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1

My husband brought back a new bag for me when he returned from his business trip.

Surprisingly, it wasn't a Louis Vuitton this time.

It was a Hermès Himalaya with diamond hardware, the ultimate luxury version. Even getting on the waitlist costs millions, and it's a global limited edition.

Every wealthy lady in our circle covets one.

Yet I was the one who got it.

But I couldn't feel happy about it. I don't even have the appetite to eat.

Seeing my lack of enthusiasm, Kellan furrowed his brow and mentioned the dessert I had been craving before he left for his trip, making a move to take me out for it.

I shook my head, forcing a bitter smile.

"No need."

"You probably forgot what day that was."

Kellan froze, likely realizing that in all the years we've known each other, this was the first time he had missed my birthday.

He slowly began to speak, his tone tinged with surprise.

"I'm sorry, I was so caught up with work, I..."

Kellan and I have been married for six years, and his affection for me has always been clear for others to see.

When he apologizes, it always feels like he genuinely believes he's in the wrong.

Looking at his guilt-ridden expression, anyone would believe his sincerity.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you! Let's go..."

Before he finish his sentence, his phone started ringing.Kellan stepped aside to take the call.

Then he looked at me apologetically, indicating that the client had an urgent matter and needed him to come over immediately.

I nodded, but then went up to him and grabbed his hand.

"Since it's the client, why don't you take a shower and change clothes? This is basic courtesy."

The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

Taking advantage of this moment, I quickly grabbed his phone.

His WeChat was spotless, without a trace of anything suspicious.

In the call log was an unfamiliar number that had only called once.

I then opened his Weibo and found he interacted most with a young girl.

The girl was very cute, with a sweet baby face, fair skin, and a penchant for long dresses and flowing hair.

In recent days, she had posted many photos of her trip to Italy.

Kellan wasn't visible in the photos, but his presence was felt in every word.

Italy was where Kellan had gone on his business trip.

The latest post showed the bag Kellan had just brought back.

"I guess old ladies just like these hideously ugly bags? How boring."

I took a photo of the screen, then deleted the browsing history and sent it to my friend.

Hearing the water stop in the bathroom, I hurriedly put the phone back and prepared Kellan's clothes.The bag, I placed in the display case.

Every time Kellan was caught cheating on me, he would give me a Gucci bag as an apology.

According to him, even if he and those girls hadn't done anything improper, if I felt hurt, it was his fault.

And when facing his own mistakes, he must have an attitude of admitting them.

The Gucci bag was his way of admitting his mistake.

I counted the bags in the display case, there were already eighty-eight of various sizes.

Which means, in these six years, Kellan has apologized to me eighty-eight times.

Just as I was thinking about this, I suddenly received a video from my cousin.

In the video, Kellan's car was parked outside a high-end gated community.

I recognized that place, it was one of the Stratton Family's properties, uninhabited for a long time.

Moments later, the female lead in the video bounced over.

Kellan stood by the car, and the girl hugged him, lifting one leg.

Her skirt fluttered in the breeze as they embraced in the gentle wind.

What a youthful and vibrant scene, if only the male lead wasn't Kellan.

Not long after, Kellan turned to take out a box from the car.

He said it was a dress he had just ordered, meant to be worn only once.With a coy pout, she made sure Evelina couldn't see.

The girl whined playfully, seemingly reluctant, but then turned to get back in the car.

I wasn't sure which outfit this was - I'd ordered so many recently.

But there was a heaviness in my heart.

The video ended there.

The next moment, my friend's cousin video called.

The raw sounds from the scene were laid bare before me, though the visuals weren't as clear.

The girl's voice came through: "What the hell, such a fat waist. Even the custom-made clothes aren't that great!"

Kellan stopped humoring her, instead reprimanding in a low voice: "Cadence!"

The video cut off abruptly, as if to spare me embarrassment.