“He must have been angry over money and edited these pictures to blackmail me, trying to tear us apart!”
I studied her calmly, watching the woman who acted as if she held every right to protest, desperately defending herself like the victim.
But I wasn’t stupid.
After Gideon confessed everything, I hired a private investigator to dig deeper.
Every business trip Primrose took in the past two years, every hotel she stayed at, each detail matched Gideon’s story perfectly.
When we married ten years ago, I made one thing clear.
I could endure aging, sickness, and even death. I could bear anything but deceit.
If something was wrong, we would talk it out. But hiding it from me? That was unforgivable.
I might have forgiven them for the betrayal in the bedroom.
But I couldn’t accept Primrose’s endless lies, claiming she was on business trips when she was secretly checking into hotels with Gideon.
Couldn’t accept her pretending to live a chaste life with me while she was lost in another man’s arms, moaning beneath him.
And what I absolutely couldn’t swallow was that she carried another man’s child behind my back, even going overseas to give birth.
“That’s enough, Primrose.”