When I received an unfamiliar phone call, I was preparing breakfast for my child at home. It was from a woman. She said she had been observing me for a long time and wanted to talk to me about my husband.

I thought it was a prank, so I hung up before she finished speaking. Unexpectedly, a minute later, she sent me a photo. In the photo, my husband was wearing a suit and a tie. And his hand was on the smooth shoulder of a woman, who was wearing a strapless gown.

I was perplexed. The eggbeater in my hand fell to the ground. Then, another call came in. It was the same number. She said, "I am the woman in the photo. Do you want to come over and have a talk?"

I immediately realized that I might have been cuckolded! My husband was called Ivan Atton. He was a very traditional man. All these years, he had never taken a photo with other women except me. So such a photo was unacceptable both to him and me.

Half an hour later, I drove the small sports car that Ivan gave me on my birthday last year and arrived at the place she told me. It was a coffee shop located on the first floor of a shopping center.

As I stopped the car at the door, my phone rang. Before I came here, I edited that photo and sent it to a friend who was a private detective. Now the call was from him. I stopped and answered it.

He was very efficient. Now he had clearly investigated the woman's personal information and sent it to my mailbox. After I hung up the phone, I gave him some remuneration.

I saw that woman as soon as I walked into the coffee shop. She was young and beautiful with fairy skin. The whole outfit on her was of luxury brands. She was very eye-catching. I smiled and maintained my calmness as I walked over. She looked up at me and immediately chuckled. "Hello, Mrs. Atton.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Morley Brock." I didn't shake hands with her but sat down in front of her. "What did you want to talk about?"

Her hand hung in the air, but there was not much embarrassment on her face. She paused for a moment, and then naturally retracted it. She also slowly sat down.

"It's about your husband." She got straight to the point and gently stirred the coffee with a silver spoon. After a while, she said, "You guys haven't had sex for a long time, right? And he has always been on business trips during the past six months, right?"

"A lot of people know where he had been, such as his assistant and competitors. I know when that photo was taken. It was eight months ago. There was an IT annual conference and all the industry leaders participated in it. I chose the suit and the tie for him. I drove to pick him up outside the reception that night at eleven o'clock." I glanced at her. "What do you want to say? You have spent a whole night with him?"

"Of course, we have spent nights together, but not including that night. He said that you were restraining and would come over to pick him up every time after the business party. So we met the next day. To tell you the truth, it was only my desire that urged me to screw up with him at first. You know he looks hot. Unexpectedly, we are very compatible not only in bed but in many other things. You haven't chatted with him for a long time, right? But we talk online till late every night." She showed me their chat records as she spoke.

When I received an unfamiliar phone call, I was preparing breakfast for my child at home. It was from a woman. She said she had been observing me for a long time and wanted to talk to me about my husband.

I thought it was a prank, so I hung up before she finished speaking. Unexpectedly, a minute later, she sent me a photo. In the photo, my husband was wearing a suit and a tie. And his hand was on the smooth shoulder of a woman, who was wearing a strapless gown.

I was perplexed. The eggbeater in my hand fell to the ground. Then, another call came in. It was the same number. She said, "I am the woman in the photo. Do you want to come over and have a talk?"

I immediately realized that I might have been cuckolded! My husband was called Ivan Atton. He was a very traditional man. All these years, he had never taken a photo with other women except me. So such a photo was unacceptable both to him and me.

Half an hour later, I drove the small sports car that Ivan gave me on my birthday last year and arrived at the place she told me. It was a coffee shop located on the first floor of a shopping center.

As I stopped the car at the door, my phone rang. Before I came here, I edited that photo and sent it to a friend who was a private detective. Now the call was from him. I stopped and answered it.

He was very efficient. Now he had clearly investigated the woman's personal information and sent it to my mailbox. After I hung up the phone, I gave him some remuneration.

I saw that woman as soon as I walked into the coffee shop. She was young and beautiful with fairy skin. The whole outfit on her was of luxury brands. She was very eye-catching. I smiled and maintained my calmness as I walked over. She looked up at me and immediately chuckled. "Hello, Mrs. Atton.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Morley Brock." I didn't shake hands with her but sat down in front of her. "What did you want to talk about?"

Her hand hung in the air, but there was not much embarrassment on her face. She paused for a moment, and then naturally retracted it. She also slowly sat down.

"It's about your husband." She got straight to the point and gently stirred the coffee with a silver spoon. After a while, she said, "You guys haven't had sex for a long time, right? And he has always been on business trips during the past six months, right?"

"A lot of people know where he had been, such as his assistant and competitors. I know when that photo was taken. It was eight months ago. There was an IT annual conference and all the industry leaders participated in it. I chose the suit and the tie for him. I drove to pick him up outside the reception that night at eleven o'clock." I glanced at her. "What do you want to say? You have spent a whole night with him?"

"Of course, we have spent nights together, but not including that night. He said that you were restraining and would come over to pick him up every time after the business party. So we met the next day. To tell you the truth, it was only my desire that urged me to screw up with him at first. You know he looks hot. Unexpectedly, we are very compatible not only in bed but in many other things. You haven't chatted with him for a long time, right? But we talk online till late every night." She showed me their chat records as she spoke.

It was indeed my husband. His profile was a rose and diamond ring, which he bought for me on Valentine's Day. He said that our wedding rings weren't good enough because we were financially challenged at that time. So he especially bought me a five-carat diamond ring. He also gave me lovely roses. I casually took some photos and put them online to show our affection. He used one of the pictures as his profile.

Morley quickly swiped her phone and I could see some of their chats. My heart beat faster. I even felt that it was difficult to breathe, just like a fish that had suddenly been thrown to the river bank.

"Make them screenshots and send them to me. Perhaps they are forged. Maybe you've edited them to make a prank. Or perhaps you were talking about work?" I said calmly.

She smiled. "I won't give them to you. Just read them like this. Don't keep the evidence."

"Alright then. Slow down and let me see them clearly." I said.

As she slowed down, I could see my husband calling her darling in the middle of the night. He even said that he liked her smell and the way she looked when she was under him...

Everything in front of me became blurry. I felt that everything around me was shaking, just like an earthquake. But I knew that there was no earthquake in real life. But there was one in my own life.

"Mrs. Atton, you don't look well?" She noticed my strangeness and put away her phone, deliberately provoking me.

"Yes, I'm not feeling well. You make me sick." I was still smiling, but I felt the muscles on my face hurt. "You seduced my husband and slept with him. How shameless you are! But you are proud of this. Do you know what morality is?"

"Mrs. Atton, I know that I was wrong in this matter, so I didn't retort when you scolded me. I'm here just to tell you the truth and apologize. Now that I have finished the first part, I'll apologize to you. I am sorry. I slept with your husband and made him fall in love with me." Morley's expression was very solemn, but there was no trace of regret in her eyes.

"Apologize?" It was ridiculous. "What do you think love is? Business? Is Ivan blind? Why does he have so much to talk with you? You better think it through. Perhaps what he is after is your young body."

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "No matter what, I have shown my attitude. As for what he is after me, it's none of your business. Even if you're right, you are not young, are you? You don't look like Mrs. Atton at all. A divorce is a better choice for you. You and I are alumni and graduated from a famous university. You're a biological professor. So don't waste the rest of your life on a man who doesn't love you. It's not worth it."

"It's none of your business. You are really quite cheap." With that, I stood up, took the cup of untouched coffee in front of me, and directly splashed it on her face.

Now her exquisite makeup was ruined by coffee. I smiled, put down the cup, and turned to leave.

Just at this time, Ivan pushed open the revolving door and strode in. He saw me first, and then he saw Morley.

Since we saw each other, I wanted to know what he was going to do. I just stood there.

Ivan pretended to be calm. He walked up to me and asked coldly, "Why aren't you going to pick up the child?"

I pointed to Morley who was a few steps behind me and said, "She asked me to have a talk. She said that you have been together for more than half a year. Is it true?"

When I asked this question, my heart trembled. It was as if someone had stabbed a knife into my lungs, and it would take all my strength to breathe.

Ivan looked at me. His lips moved, but he did not say anything.

We had been together for thirteen years. So I understood his every movement and expression. Now it meant that he was in a difficult position and hesitant, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, I regretted asking him here.

Morley walked over and naturally held onto Ivan's arm. "Ivan, you told me that you would tell her the truth within a week. Today is the eighth day. Since you didn't say it, I will say it for you. She just splashed my face with coffee like this. How can you marry a shrew?"

"Morley, you go back first. I will deal with this." Ivan glanced at her gently.

Morley said yes and then gave me a glance before turning to leave.

Ivan came over to hold my hand and rudely pulled me out. When we reached the car, he pushed me in and then sat down.

The moment the car door closed, I suddenly collapsed. Tears streamed down my face, and my chest hurt so much that it was about to split.

He lit a cigarette impatiently and started smoking. I almost choked to death. He realized that something was wrong with me and immediately put out the cigarette. He said, "As you can see, all of this is true. It's just that I can't bring myself to say it as you have paid a lot for our family. Let's just make everything clear since you've known it. It's better this way."

I looked at his face through the tears. Suddenly, I found that the past thirteen years didn't change him much. If there was anything changed, that would be his temperament. He was more mature and stable, and more attractive to women.

As for me, I subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror, only to see both a saggy and sallow face. I put on makeup today, but it still couldn't cover the heavy eye shadows.

The moment I saw myself, I knew that I had lost.

"Stop crying." Seeing me keep crying, he suddenly became agitated. "You are highly educated. Why do you look like a peasant when encountering a thing like this?"

I suddenly wanted to ask him what he wanted me to do. Should I be magnanimous and pretend that nothing happened?

"Reina, since we've been here I'll give you half of the shares. After all, it's my fault. Let's get a divorce." He looked at me silently for a while and said.

His words hurt me a lot. I felt so painful that I almost suffocated.

In the past two years, our relationship was not as close as before. As his company was becoming bigger, he had meetings and negotiations about projects every day. I took care of my child alone at home, responsible for everything big and small at home. Each time he got home after eleven o'clock, I was very tired. So we just went to sleep and did nothing. However, there were also good days between us when we were young. We were once the most important and indispensable people to each other. But now, he wanted to divorce me.

Was he still the man who said he wanted to take care of me and spend the rest of his life with me?

Tears flowed out of my eyes and my vision blurred. I looked at Ivan, wanting to see from his eyes if he still loved me.

He impatiently smoked a cigarette and said nothing to me after that. He drove directly to the kindergarten gate and whispered, "Go pick up the child first. We'll talk about it when we get home."

I looked at the time and found that we were more than an hour late today. There were no children waiting for their parents to pick them up at the school gate. I called the teacher, who said that Jesse was in his office and let me go in to pick him up.

As I walked towards the kindergarten, I thought about things between Ivan and me. He just divorced me. How exactly did we end up being here? I thought that talking with a mistress was something only happening in a drama, but I didn't expect it to occur in my life.