Chapter 3

"You've finally come to your senses?"

"Sure you don't want to keep being your husband's doormat?"

My lawyer friend fired off questions, her tone exasperated.

"Leave it to me, I'll make that man pay for hurting you."

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

For a man who didn't care about me, I had repeatedly turned down invitations from my girlfriends, just to clean up his messes.

I even became estranged from my friends because of it.

But when I needed help, these girlfriends were still the only ones there for me.

Before I finished the call, I received another friend request.

Her profile picture was of my husband.

My husband gazing lovingly at his first love Sophia, smiling radiantly.

So he did know how to smile, just not at me.

As if possessed, I accepted her friend request.

Immediately after, she sent me a video.

In the video, my husband was wearing only pants, kneeling on the ground washing Sophia's feet!

Her feet kept trampling all over my husband's body, splashing dirty water all over his face.

But he seemed to enjoy it.

I remembered how when I once asked him to grab my bath towel, he flew into a rage and cursed at me.

"Can't you use your own hands?"

"And do you know how filthy your towel is?"

I felt so guilty for troubling him back then, I even took on another part-time job to make it up to him.

Faintly, I heard Tommy's pained groans.

Thinking of how our son was injured today, yet his father as lingering with another woman,

Anger burned in my chest.

I couldn't help but snap back at Sophia.

"If he loves you so much, why hasn't he divorced me to let you be more than just the other woman?"

"Or do you enjoy being a homewrecker?"

The "typing" indicator flashed several times on her end, but she didn't send anything.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, a voice message from her came through.

"James, who has the better body - me or your wife?"

And my husband, panting heavily, replied:

"Of course it's you. That old hag can't even compare to you."

I collapsed onto the sofa, my heart shattered beyond repair.

At 3 AM, there was finally some commotion outside the door.

James had come home drunk.

As soon as I opened the door, he leaned heavily against me.

Fumbling with the buttons of my pajamas, he sweetly called me "honey".

For a moment I thought everything today had just been a nightmare.

He pulled me towards the bedroom.

"Sophia, hold me..."

A sickly sweet perfume wafted over - I knew it was Sophia's scent.

My stomach churned with nausea.

Taking advantage of the open door, I quickly dragged James back outside.

Then I swiftly closed and locked the door in one smooth motion.