Clayton, from this moment on, we’re done.
As you said, you’ll leave with nothing.
That night, he retired early to bed. "Good girl," he said, his tone soft and reassuring. "I have a business trip tomorrow, probably for three days. I’ll check in with you every day."
I sat lazily on the couch, flipping through a book, and nodded indifferently. "Alright."
Moments later, Odessa’s message lit up my phone.
[Irene, as a woman, you’ve probably figured it out by now. I’ve been seeing your husband.]
[Do you believe he’ll tell you tonight he’s leaving on a three-day business trip?]
[Actually, he’s taking me to a newly opened seaside guesthouse to spice things up…]
I stared at the message without emotion, then calmly took a screenshot and forwarded it to my lawyer.
Clayton would never see it coming.
While he was heading off to his seaside rendezvous with Odessa, I was on my way there, too, with Matias.
He congratulated me on regaining my single status, and that night, we shared wine and naturally ended up in each other’s arms.
After being single for eight years, Matias was far more intense than Clayton had ever been.
He treated me like a rare treasure, and we spent night after night lost in each other.