Even now, I still had hope in him. The moment I received the report, the only person I wanted to contact was him.
There was a pause on the other end before a questioning voice came through, "Is this a new trick?"
In that instant, I felt like a joke. Words failed me, and I couldn't utter a word.
Despite my distress. I still wanted to have a proper conversation with him, even if it was a farewell.
"Come home tonight. Let's have a good talk."
I suggested. He responded coldly, "What is there for us to talk about?"
I tried to say something more, but he hung it up on me, leaving only the beeping sound as if mocking me. Seven years of marriage meant nothing.
My manager happened to return after handling the expenses. "Have you contacted your family?"
The manager knew I was married but didn't know that my spouse was Wilson.
Or rather, no one except Celeste knew about my relationship with Wilson. This was the price I paid for being Wilson's wife.
In the seven years of marriage to Wilson, he never allowed me to mention our relationship in public.
Even when attending various banquets, Celeste was always by his side. I was nothing more than a woman under the title of his wife.