I never imagined Sean would cheat on me and so, predictably, the other woman was his secretary.
I quietly got out of bed and turned on my phone, placing an order for a "fake death plan." This agency could help me stage an accident and let everyone think I was dead.
I knew Sean would never divorce me and he wouldn't let me go easily.
This man had always been like this. He would rather destroy what he couldn't get. So, I wanted to die completely in front of him.
The agency responded that the preparations would take three days, following which I could pretend to die and leave.
I tossed and turned all night.
Sean kissed me on the forehead as usual when he woke up. He gently tucked the blanket around me. Later, he thoughtfully reminded the housekeeper to prepare my breakfast.
Once I heard his car drive away, I finally opened my eyes. My phone lit up and a photo from Sean's secretary came. That's when I learned the truth.
He would wake up early every morning to drive her to work.
The photo showed them in the car I had personally decorated, locked in a passionate kiss.
A wave of nausea hit me. I dashed to the bathroom and threw up my guts.
Hearing the commotion, the housekeeper hurried over. "Madam, are you alright?" She was quite worried when she saw my pale face.
As I blurted out, "I'm fine," my voice cracked and tears instantly clouded my vision.
The housekeeper worriedly pressed for more details, but I made an excuse about feeling unwell. Then I curled up alone in bed again.
My father also cheated on my mother when she was pregnant with me. I knew all too well how miserable it was to grow up in such an environment.
I once told Sean that if he ever betrayed me, I would disappear from his world forever. I never thought those words would come true.
I whispered, stroking my belly as tears soaked the pillowcase. "Baby, Mommy's so sorry."
The next day, at the grand opening of Sean's company's new product. The lights were dazzling and the crowd was full of celebrities.
He brought me along, dressed to the nines. His arm was around my waist as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear throughout the evening.
To outsiders, we looked like the perfect couple—loving and desirable.
I overheard someone mention the million-dollar price tag of my dress. Every woman was shooting me envious glances.