My Wife's Betrayal: I Chose to Forget the Scars and DivorceChapter 1

I'd been married to Iris Campbell for three years, yet she still hung up on her ex-boyfriend, Gavin Jackman.

Iris' coat would always end up at Gavin's place, or her lipstick would pop up in his car.

At a friend's birthday party, Gavin gave Iris her coat back with a flirty look. "Your coat ended up at my place again last night," he told her.

Suddenly, all eyes were on me, Albert Yancey. They looked amused, like they were enjoying the drama.

They all waited for me to lose it with jealousy. But to their surprise, I just laughed and covered for Iris. "They were childhood sweethearts. Even if they shared a bed, I wouldn't read too much into it."

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Last week, Iris went out in the middle of the night to watch a movie with Gavin.

Fuming, I asked her, "Why do you have to watch a movie with him at midnight?"

Iris snapped back, accusing me of being paranoid and distrustful. "We went with a bunch of friends, not just the two of us," she insisted.

Despite my protests, she went anyway. I didn't sleep all that night.

Just before dawn, I saw on Instagram that Iris had posted a selfie with Gavin in a private theater with racy decor.

We didn't speak for a whole week after that. I didn't text her once.

But yesterday, Iris had finally reached out to break the ice. She took the initiative to send me a message to break the ice. She texted: [Let's hit up the car show tomorrow. I'll drive.]

I'd been pulling extra shifts and hustling on the side for months, all to save up for this car show.

Iris was usually too proud to make the first move. Her texting me was her way of making peace.

Usually, after every fight, she'd stay mad for ages until I apologized and made up for it with gifts or money. Only then would she even glance my way.

Once we made up, I'd be over the moon, forgetting all the bad stuff.

Little did I know, she had been calling me a simp to her friends behind my back.

Still, I'd happily go out of my way to please her. After all, she was my wife.

Anyway, Iris always messed around with Gavin. One day, I felt tired of pleasing her.

Now, Iris suggesting we go to the car show together didn't even excite me. It kinda annoyed me.

Still, since it was the first time Iris suggested something herself, I coolly texted back: [Okay, see you tomorrow.]