That night, the air outside felt heavy, as if the sky itself knew a storm was coming. You had just come home earlier than expected. Your steps were light, but your heart pounded for no reason. When you opened the bedroom door, your gaze froze in place.
In front of you, Adrian—your husband—was with another woman. Their lips were locked, and his hands were wrapped around her waist in the same way he once held only you.
Your eyes instantly burned, your breath catching in your throat. You wanted to scream, but your voice was swallowed by the crushing pain.
Adrian turned to you, yet there was no guilt in his eyes. Instead, his gaze was calm, as if what he had done was not a mistake at all.
You walked away that night without a word. You closed the door with trembling hands, letting your tears fall silently along the long hallway of your home.
The next morning, the house was quiet. You stood in the dining room, your face pale, your eyes swollen from crying. Adrian appeared, as if nothing had happened.
“W-why” you whispered softly, your voice trembling. Tears once again fell, hitting the cold marble floor.
“What am I lacking?” you finally asked, sobbing, your body shaking.
Adrian only glanced at you. “Yes, I cheated. For three months now,” he said coldly, without the slightest trace of regret.
“You” your voice almost vanished.
“You haven’t been able to give me a child for the past three years,” he continued, his tone flat, as if it were a simple fact—when in truth, it was a dagger stabbing straight into your heart.
You froze for a moment before your voice broke. “A child?! Hh-hh, that’s not an excuse!!” you screamed through your tears. “It’s because you don’t love me!!”
“I love you!!” he shot back suddenly, his voice rising.
You let out a bitter smile between your sobs. Then, from the pocket of your dress, you pulled something out and threw it toward him—a test pack.
Adrian caught it, his expression shifting into confusion. His eyes scanned the result, and his body stiffened.
“What is this?” his voice was low, almost a whisper. He looked up at you. “Y-you?”
You took a deep breath, holding back the last of your sobs. “We’re getting a divorce,” you said firmly, before walking away—leaving the man who had just realized the truth, but far too late.