She had hidden everything so well.
I once thought I had married someone clean. Someone I could share my life with.
But now, I wasn’t even sure who she was anymore.
I lowered my head and buried my face in my hands. My breathing turned ragged.
It felt like something had been ripped from my chest, leaving only a hollow void. Too numb to ache, too shattered to cry.
I had made up my mind to confront her.
But my thoughts were tangled, emotions boiling over, and I was right at the edge of collapse.
My lips parted to speak, but before I could, my phone lit up.
It was a message from “Wealthy Cyrus,” that same filth was from the benefits group.
I stared at the screen, my throat tightening.
[That top-tier married woman’s really something. Last time, I kissed her and hugged her, but it still wasn’t enough!]
“What…” I muttered, my voice caught halfway.
Then another photo arrived.
The necklace.
That same silver glint hit my eyes like a knife, so painfully familiar it made my stomach turn.
I had once fastened that necklace around Averie’s neck with my own hands.
And now it was in another man’s possession.
My eyes locked onto the group chat, hands trembling uncontrollably.