My Wife Cheated. Now She Begs. My wife, Chloe, had fallen for Liam Carter, the charming new colleague at her company. At our wedding anniversary gala, many of Chloe’s business partners were present. As the banquet began, the carefully crafted memory VCR I’d prepared was replaced by intimate footage of Chloe and Liam. Chloe seized the opportunity: “Everyone at the company says we’re a perfect match. Anyway, the partners don’t know you. If Liam were my husband, they’d be more willing to collaborate.” Those who knew me waited for me to throw a fit, to make a scene. But I didn’t cry or rant. I clapped, cheering them on. This marriage was a sham anyway. I was done with this wife. … I watched Liam Carter, dressed in a high-end custom suit, looking more like the man of the hour than me, the actual host. It seemed everything had been meticulously planned. I handed him the cue cards I’d prepared for my speech. Ignoring the gloating expressions of those around me, I walked straight out of the banquet hall. I left the hall and walked all the way to the parking lot. Chloe didn’t follow. It seemed my departure had truly pleased her. If that was the case, I had even less reason to object. The banquet had kept me busy since morning, and I hadn’t eaten a proper meal. As soon as I left, I headed straight for ‘The Golden Spoon,’ the most renowned restaurant in the city. It used to be my favorite. Right after we got married, Chloe would come with me every week. But I don’t know when it happened, when I disappeared from Chloe’s eyes, and with me, all the affection we’d shared for so many years. Chloe never liked managing things; she found organizing banquets to be the biggest hassle. So, I’d started planning two months ago, ensuring every detail was perfect. From the smallest things like flowers and food, to the guest list, venue, and flow of the entire event. When we first got married, we just eloped, following Chloe’s preferences. But I had always longed for a ceremony that everyone could witness. This anniversary gala was supposed to be Chloe’s way of making it up to me, a second wedding. My dedication to this event made it clear, without even thinking, that the VCR swap was no accident. I had spent ages editing that VCR, crafting it with my own hands. It contained every memory, from when Chloe and I first started dating, all the way to our fifth wedding anniversary. We had grown from innocent youngsters to who we were now, side-by-side. And now, she no longer loved me. To say I wasn’t heartbroken would be a lie. But after so much accumulated disappointment, I had grown numb. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to walk away from that banquet so nonchalantly today. I ate my last bite, digesting the last shred of my grievances. A decision had solidified in my mind. Back home, I took a shower and was about to go to sleep when Chloe’s call came through: “Noah Vance, where are you? I didn’t know the rest of the banquet’s schedule, almost made a fool of myself!” Chloe’s tone was full of disdain and impatience, as if I were just a hired hand for the event. I deliberately asked her back: “I’ve been home for a while. What’s wrong? Do you need me to come back?” Chloe was silent for a moment on the other end: “Forget it, forget it. The banquet ended perfectly anyway, you don’t need to come.” She hung up after that. Of course, I knew she wouldn’t want me there. The banquet was over. She definitely wanted to spend some quality time alone with her little fling. Why would she want me to intrude? I slept soundly at home, having missed a lot of sleep these past few days preparing for the banquet. By the time I woke up, it was already past midnight. Chloe had also returned home. Chloe had changed out of her formal gown into a casual sundress. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to be in good spirits. As soon as she saw me, her pleasant expression tightened a bit: “Why didn’t you answer my calls or messages?” I stretched leisurely, replying airily: “I was asleep.” Chloe narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing me for a long time before asking impatiently: “You’re not throwing a tantrum because of what happened earlier, are you? I told you to be sensible, wasn’t I just doing my job?” “Everyone at the company knows Liam and I work well together; we’re the company’s model pair. If those partners think we’re a couple, they’ll definitely be more supportive of us.” Right, you two are the model couple. So, my wedding anniversary gala effectively turned into your engagement party, huh? 2. I sneered internally, wondering if she was so happy today that she’d lost her mind. I didn’t bother to respond, just shrugged. Chloe seemed very displeased with my attitude, and her eyes held a hint of suspicion. Just as she was about to say something more, the front door opened. Liam, as if he lived there, appeared at our bedroom door, a bag in his hand, a sly, almost bashful smirk on his face: “Chloe, you forgot your outfit. I brought it over for you.” “Noah, you’re here too? I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Chloe had even given Liam his own access code to the house; he entered as if it were his own. Chloe didn’t seem to find anything wrong with it. She gently took the paper bag: “You shouldn’t have gone to all that trouble coming over so late. You could have just waited for me to pick it up next time.” Their eyes locked, a silent, sickeningly sweet exchange passing between them, thick with unspoken affection. I felt a wave of disgust, a shiver running down my spine. Chloe seemed to find a new reason to mock me, looking even more self-righteous. “Honestly, Noah, why can’t you be more like Liam? He’s younger than you, yet so much more mature!” “Today at the banquet, he handled so many guests all by himself and did it perfectly. And you? You just run away whenever there’s a problem.” “The end of the banquet was a mess. If it wasn’t for Liam, I wouldn’t have known what to do! You just abandoned everything and went home, who knows what people would think…” Chloe paused mid-sentence, and I finished it for her: “I was wrong.” The next second, both Chloe and Liam froze. My anticipated meltdown didn’t happen. Instead, I was unexpectedly calm. I didn’t cry, didn’t yell, didn’t even argue. I just stared at Chloe, completely devoid of emotion. Everyone knew I loved Chloe to my very core. For her, I had given up everything. Before I met her, I was that gifted artist, pouring my soul onto the canvas, expressing myself freely. My work touched people’s hearts; it was my way of communicating with the world, an outlet for my deepest emotions. However, all of that quietly changed the moment I met Chloe. Back then, Chloe was just an ordinary employee at a company. But her smile, her eyes, made me feel a warmth and stability I had never known. For her, I was willing to abandon everything, including the art scene where I once shone so brightly. My family’s objections were like a tempest. They couldn’t understand why I would give up the family’s artistic legacy for an ordinary woman. But in my heart, Chloe was the one worth sacrificing everything for. So, I decisively broke ties with my family, just to be with her. Those days, we relied on each other, struggling but happy. I devoted myself to caring for her, accompanying her. I tried to build a solid fortress for her with my love, to make her feel a security she had never experienced. And with my support, Chloe bravely embarked on her entrepreneurial journey. Her company grew from nothing, steadily expanding, reaching the pinnacle of its success. I was proud of her and relieved to have been able to walk alongside her through that arduous journey. However, as Chloe’s career flourished, our relationship quietly began to change. She became busy, often working late into the night, even neglecting me on weekends. I tried to understand her hardship, giving her enough space and support. But gradually, I realized that someone else seemed to occupy her thoughts. 3. At first, Chloe would casually praise Liam’s talent and promising future in front of me: “Liam, the new guy at the company, is really capable. We get along so well, we’re going to be a great team.” I didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just her acknowledging a good colleague. But as time went on, she started frequently comparing me to Liam. Her words hinted at admiration and infatuation for him. My heart began to sink, an ominous feeling creeping in. Finally, one day, I discovered that Chloe often stayed late with Liam, sometimes even going out together on weekends. Her smile, once exclusively mine, was now more often directed at Liam. I protested, I argued, but all I got was Chloe’s annoyance: “Can’t you be more understanding? I’m just doing my job. I only see Liam as a little brother.” “Don’t be unreasonable, I’m exhausted. Noah Vance, your love is suffocating!” I knew then, her heart was no longer entirely mine. Facing all of this, I felt an unprecedented pain and confusion. I even started to question myself, wondering if I hadn’t been good enough, if I truly couldn’t compare to Liam. I tried everything to win Chloe back. But the outrageous stunt at the banquet today suddenly brought me to my senses. I had been so foolish. This relationship, it wasn’t worth fighting for anymore. Chloe clearly hadn’t expected such a calm reaction from me. She asked again, disbelievingly: “What did you say?” I adjusted my posture, sat up straight, and said, seriously and distantly: “I said I was wrong.” “I was wrong to abandon everything to love you. I was wrong to try and win back a heart that didn’t love me anymore.” “Loving you was my mistake, being with you against my family’s wishes was also a mistake. But, I’m ending all of it now.” Under Chloe’s incredulous gaze, I uttered the words: “Chloe Hayes, let’s get a divorce.” Chloe’s handbag dropped to the floor. Liam’s face betrayed a barely concealed triumph; he looked almost thrilled. I was genuinely afraid he might burst out laughing, he’d clearly been itching for this. Chloe frowned, her reaction unexpectedly subdued: “Noah Vance, are you drunk? Or did you just wake up confused? Say that again.” I worried she might be too excited to have heard me clearly, so I repeated, every word precise and firm: “I said, Chloe Hayes, let’s get a divorce.” I finished speaking and quietly waited for Chloe to agree. But Chloe just kept staring at me, her brow furrowed, as if trying to decipher whether I was serious or just throwing a tantrum. After several minutes, she uncomfortably averted her gaze, her tone softening unexpectedly: “I’ll pretend you’re just talking nonsense and being petty. I won’t hold it against you.” “Divorce isn’t something you just casually say when you’re upset; it’s hurtful.” “We’ve had so many years together, we understand each other. We won’t just get divorced like that.” “I’m going to stay at the company tonight. You go home and reflect on things. Don’t say such silly things again.” Chloe didn’t give me a chance to argue, heading straight out the door. Liam, looking utterly bewildered, followed after her. 4. Now, this baffled me. These past few days, they’d been sickeningly sweet right under my nose. Today, they even played intimate photos at the banquet. I’d thought she was eager to divorce me and be with Liam. But then I thought, maybe it’s for the best. There were still a few things I needed to handle. Tomorrow, once I drafted the divorce papers, I’d go straight to her, and she would agree then, right? I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep, not waking until late morning the next day. My phone was silent, no calls, no messages. Without hesitation, I called my lawyer and had the divorce papers drafted. With the papers in hand, I got up, got ready, and contacted some old friends from the art world for a meal. These friends were the confidantes I’d made back when I was pouring my soul onto the canvas. Each of them had witnessed my fervor and dedication to painting. They knew my complete immersion when I stood before a canvas. Back then, my heart was solely devoted to art. When I decided to leave the art scene for Chloe, to fully dedicate myself to her, they called me crazy. They believed I was impulsive and foolish to give up my talent and dreams for a woman. At the time, though I felt a flicker of hesitation and reluctance, The power of love propelled me irrevocably down that path of no return. So, when I decided to pick up my paintbrush again and return to the art world, these old friends gathered around me once more. “Noah, I don’t know why you finally came to your senses, but we all support you! As long as you’re back, we’re with you!” “Exactly! I’ve even planned it out. We’ll hold exhibitions together, open a studio, fulfill all our old dreams.” It was a great meal. As I stood up to pay at the front counter, I unexpectedly heard a familiar voice. I turned around to see Chloe and Liam sitting at a couple’s booth. Their behavior was intimate, feeding each other bites. They shared a small cake, even smeared frosting on each other’s mouths with theirs. That sickening sweetness and affection stung my eyes. I slowly walked over. Chloe clearly hadn’t expected me to be there; she jumped, a flicker of panic in her eyes. “Noah Vance? What are you doing here?!” Liam immediately chimed in, pretending to be startled by me: “Noah, you’re not actually stalking us, are you? Do you really not trust Chloe? First demanding a divorce yesterday, now stalking her today.” But I had no desire to argue with him. I knew this was all a coincidence. But I also knew, with even more certainty, that the thread of fate between Chloe and me had truly reached its end. I took out the divorce papers I had already prepared and quietly placed them in front of her. She looked guilty, trying to explain: “Fine, fine, you can stalk me, just don’t do it again…” “And just now, I wasn’t feeling well, so we were… feeding each other. Don’t overthink it.” I ignored her explanations, simply watching her silently. She quickly glanced at the papers. Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps eager to escape the awkward situation, she signed her name hastily without reading carefully. Only after she had signed did I tell her it was a divorce agreement. “Were you so out of it? You signed without even looking.”
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