Chapter 2

Chapter 2

1. He thought I couldn't live without him.

For instance, right now, after hitting me, he didn't even bother to glance at me. And I, without a single complaint, obediently got into bed and hugged him from behind as he fell asleep.

In the dark bedroom, I touched the back of my head and revealed a satisfied smile-

I could feel my senses sharpening; it wouldn't be long now.

I wasn't lying to Callum; I really didn't dare to sleep alone.

After all, if my other self woke up and my dear husband wasn't there to calm her down, "she" would be very angry.

When I woke up in the morning, Callum had already left.

I was used to it. I didn't even need to ask to know that he was definitely with his female colleague.

Callum, despite his domestic violence and gambling habits, was very good at putting on a show in front of others.

And to be fair, he did look quite respectable and was very good at sweet-talking.

If you didn't know him well, it was easy to be deceived by his fake gentleness and care.

Like me, before we got married, I thought he was a good man.

But less than a month after the wedding, his true nature was revealed, and he started hitting me.

Now, he had racked up hundreds of thousands in gambling debts, leaving me to clean up his messes every day.

He, on the other hand, didn't care about anything, spending all his time outside with other women.

Recently, he had been getting very close to a female colleague from his company.

Several times, when I called him, it was that woman who answered.

She even posted a photo of her and Callum in bed on social media, setting it so only I could see it.

Such blatant provocation was probably meant to force me to confront her, so she could persuade me to divorce him and take my place.

But unfortunately for her, I was too much of a sweet wife to ever confront her.

She must have lost her patience because today, she came to find me herself.

When the doorbell rang, I didn't look through the peephole and just opened the door.

Outside stood a beautifully dressed woman. She looked me up and down and smiled.

"You must be Callum's wife? I'm Haley, Callum's colleague."

Although I had seen her photos and was very familiar with her face, this was our first face-to-face meeting.

With the mistress being so brazen, I was at a loss for words, stammering and not knowing what to say.

Before I could speak, she pushed past me and walked in on her own.

"Callum forgot a document for work today. He asked me to come back and get it. You don't mind, do you?"

I shook my head and answered honestly, "I don't mind. Work matters are naturally more important."

Haley rummaged through the living room and finally found the document. She held it in her hand but didn't seem in a hurry to leave.

Hearing this, she turned her gaze back to me and laughed.

"You really are a considerate wife. It seems Callum did marry a good one."

"But, dear, aren't you curious about who Callum is with when he doesn't come home?"

I nodded and said, "I know. He said he's working overtime with colleagues and asked me not to disturb him."

Haley was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Stephanie, are you really that naive, or are you just pretending?"

I frowned at her. "What do you mean by that?"

Haley sneered, "Do you think that by pretending to be oblivious to what's happening between Callum and me, you can prevent him from finding a reason to divorce you?"

"Stephanie, be sensible. If you step aside voluntarily, you can at least save some face, can't you?"

Even as a sweet wife, I was getting a bit angry at this point.

I looked up and met her gaze, my voice firm:

"Since I married him, I will take good care of him. No matter how he treats me, I can forgive him. You won't destroy my family!"

Haley stared at me, suddenly gritting her teeth. "Why are you so naive!"

Her tone was filled with frustration, as if she were disappointed in me.