Their relationship became increasingly close, and rumors began to surface.
Clara said it was just hype like before.
I had doubts in my heart but still held on to a glimmer of hope, waiting for Clara to fulfill her promise of a public announcement.
In the end, I was brutally betrayed.
Everyone on the internet knew they were together.
What did that make me? A third wheel?
This betrayal left my heart shattered into pieces.
I only managed to fall asleep until early in the morning. But after just a few hours, I was woken up by the pain.
Recently, the headaches had been occurring more frequently.
I plan to go to the hospital for a follow-up check today.
"Darling, where's my pancakes with fresh fruit? Why didn't you make it for me?"
Clara's voice came.
She seemed like she didn't receive the divorce message I sent and acted as usual.
I walked out of the bedroom and said, "I have a headache and feel very uncomfortable."
"In the past, when I came back after a whole night of work, you would always make me something delicious! You've changed!" Clara said, pouting.
"Really? I won't do that anymore."
I rubbed my temples and continued, "You were really busy with work before. But last night, you went to be with Jackson, didn't you?"
"What do you mean by that? It's so harsh to hear it. It's all for work. Jackson and I are just friends!"
Clara's eyes darted away as she shouted, trying to cover up her guilt.
"Whatever. It has nothing to do with me. We are getting divorced anyway."
I frowned and waved my hand.
"Why are you talking about divorce when you've already accepted the gifts I gave you? Is it because the gifts I bought aren't good enough?" Clara said, clenching her fists and standing up abruptly.
Her charming face lost its playful expression and gradually revealed a hint of impatience.
Clearly, she had no intention of pretending anymore.
"I already threw it in the trash.
You're giving me the watch that Jackson discarded? Hmph, even a dog wouldn't want it!" I said coldly.
Clara looked into the trash can, first shocked, then raised her head and scolded me arrogantly, "Javier Foster, what do you mean by this?
This watch is from a famous brand and is very expensive! What's there to be so dismissive about?"
She became angrier as she spoke and even broke a cup.
Those who didn't know would think that I cheated on her.
"The most precious gift is deep affection," I repeated what Clara said.