My Wife Ruined Our Wedding Anniversary Just To Please Her Assistant — Novel

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In a world where love once felt unbreakable, Kevin Scott finds himself standing at the precipice of despair. After three years of unwavering support for his ambitious wife, Bianca, a single night shatters the illusion of their fairytale marriage. Their anniversary, meant to celebrate their bond, morphs into a battleground where loyalty is tested and the specter of betrayal looms large.

As Bianca prioritizes her charming assistant, Darren, over her husband, Kevin grapples with the realization that his devotion has gone unnoticed. Each late-night meeting and hurried text chips away at his spirit, leaving him to wonder: How much is one person willing to sacrifice for love? When a secondhand gift becomes the last straw, Kevin’s heartache ignites a decision that could change everything.

With the shadows of doubt creeping in, he contemplates a divorce—an act that could free him from the pain but also sever the last threads of happiness he clings to. Can love truly endure when one partner’s dreams overshadow the other’s existence? As Kevin navigates the emotional labyrinth of rejection and betrayal, he must decide if fighting for love is worth the cost when the battle seems so lopsided.

My Wife Ruined Our Wedding Anniversary Just To Please Her AssistantChapter 1

We had been married for three years when my wife’s assistant, Darren Gross, posted a photo on social media flaunting a lavish 20-layer cake.

The caption read.

[Girlfriends can’t compare to the boss!]

I simply left a comment ‘Nice cake’ and that was enough to set my wife off.

She called me, furious.

“What is wrong with you? I was just celebrating his birthday. Are you crazy to scold him like that?”

“Call and apologize right now. Just because I’ve tolerated you doesn’t mean you can act recklessly.”

Shortly after, the assistant posted another photo—him and my wife, smiling as they toasted with wine.

I knew exactly what it meant. A guilt-offering. Compensation from her to him.

But this time, I didn’t care anymore.

——

When Bianca Lawson walked through the door that evening, I had just thrown away the candles I’d bought.

Because today was our third wedding anniversary, I left work early, picked out the candles, cooked a nice meal—planned a quiet, romantic dinner just for the two of us.

If I hadn’t gotten bored waiting and checked my phone, I might’ve sat there all night like a fool.

She glanced at the bare table and frowned.