She then continued, "I invited the company's artists to come to our house to celebrate it."
I understood what she meant. "Don’t worry. I’ll be invisible."
Because of her profession, we chose to get married in secret. Except for a few executives of the entertainment company, almost no one knew that she was married.
After getting a satisfactory answer, Stella was obviously relieved. When she was about to say something, her cell phone rang.
Seeing the incoming call, she glanced at me guiltily and took the phone to the balcony.
After a while, she came back and said apologetically, "Hubby, I forgot that I had an important announcement today."
I nodded, "Go ahead."
After Stella left, I threw all the dishes on the table that were almost untouched into the trash can.
When I first met Stella, she was still a social media celebrity who live-streamed singing on the street. I was attracted by her appearance and voice. I took the initiative to ask for her contact information and we soon confirmed our relationship.
Stella was hardworking, ambitious and capable. After knowing her dream, I recommended her to participate in a popular talent show. I used my connections and carefully planned to make her stand out overnight and become a rising star that everyone was paying attention to.
During a date, I joked, "You are famous now and there must be a lot of boys pursuing you."
Yet, she affectionately looked at me, "yes, but the one I like is you."
Stella's New Year's wish last year was to marry me. I was so moved that I took her to the City Hall to get the certificate that day despite my family's opposition.
In order to take better care of Stella, I quit my job and willingly became a houseHubby. However, I didn't expect that my trust and dedication would be exchanged for her lies and betrayal.
On Stella's birthday, I left early. I sat in the library all day and didn't go home until it closed.
The dim light shone through the apartment window and I guessed that Stella's birthday party was over. Since I forgot to bring my keys, I rang the doorbell.
Stella opened the door and found me. Her face suddenly changed. She lowered her voice and said unhappily, "Didn't I send you a message to come back later?"
My phone ran out of power in the afternoon and turned off automatically. At this time, a man's voice came from the bathroom, "Stella, who is it?"
“David...”