Chapter 3 3

I am a hopeless romantic.

Tristan was someone I had been devoted to for five years before he finally agreed to marry me. So, even though I had long known that he had an ambiguous relationship with a subordinate at his company, I chose to look the other way. Because I couldn't leave him.

The next day when he came back, we tacitly agreed not to mention what had happened the previous day. I knew that as long as I brought it up, he would definitely get angry. I loved him too much and was very afraid of his anger. As long as I didn't catch him in bed with someone else, I would assume he hadn't done those things.

I convinced myself: Men, they always have a wandering eye; it's normal for them to like the new and tire of the old. As long as he knew to come home, it was okay.

But I never expected that the last shred of dignity would be torn apart by him.

On a gloomy rainy day, as a lightning bolt illuminated the sky outside, he told me, "Jayme, I've fallen in love with Kelsey."

Tristan's gaze was clear and straightforward, without guilt or malice, but rather particularly sincere: "She's already pregnant. It only took one time."

"You can't conceive, but she did. I can only choose her. You know how important children are to me, right?"

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, completely disregarding my feelings. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, torrential rain pounded against the window with a deafening roar. My voice trembled as I asked in disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"Are you sure she's really pregnant?"

Tristan began to grow impatient again: "Of course I'm sure, Jayme. I don't want to waste time talking nonsense with you. Let's just get divorced directly."

I felt a pang in my heart, and I thought and thought, but I still didn't tell him that he was the one who couldn't have children. Holding back my tears, I sighed and said, "Congratulations."