After Discovering Her Husband's 32nd BetrayalChapter 1

After Luis White cheated on me for the 32nd time, I found a gift for our eighth wedding anniversary on his desk.

Luis said, "Since you've seen it, wear it on the academic forum. I'll go and support you."

On the forum day, I wore a necklace worth seven million dollars, but the seat on the first row I reserved for him was always empty.

Before going on stage, I saw the Instagram of Luis' new girlfriend, Claire Wilson.

[Although I didn't get my favorite necklace, someone invested in a new movie for me. I'll treat you to dinner next time.]

If it were in the past, I might have tolerated it.

But this time, his new girlfriend was a star.

I turned off my phone and stood on the podium to deliver a speech.

"Guys, prosthodontics can treat gums that haven't completely died, but for gums that have died, they must be completely removed surgically and replaced with new teeth.

"Similarly, we have to say goodbye to bad men immediately."

When I finished my speech, the audience applauded me warmly.

Then, several cups of milk were thrown at me.

Some of Claire's fans who sneaked here kept cursing me.

"You hooked up with Mr. Luis White. A mistress is not qualified to be a dental expert!"

"You destroy the relationship of Claire and her boyfriend. You should be expelled from the academic circle!"

"Women are disgraced by a bitch like you!"

My haute couture skirt instantly became wrinkled.

The scene fell into chaos, and the academic forum was turned into a mess.

The security guard came over and caught them, and my colleague came to support me.

"What's going on? Didn't you say your husband would come? Why didn't he do anything?"

I forced a smile. "He didn't come."

"You finally got an academic nomination, but he didn't come..."

My colleague wanted to say something more, but I stopped her.

I held her hand and forced a smile. "He may have something urgent to do. There is a communication meeting later. You go first. I'll go to a hotel and change clothes."

"Okay, hurry up."

I walked to the hotel in my dress that had been turned into rags. Suppressing my sobs, I politely said, "Hello, do you have any rooms available?"

"Miss, they are all booked up."

What?

I opened my phone, but there wasn't any other hotel nearby.

This hotel was on the mountain, and it would take two hours to go to other hotels by taxi.

I felt uncomfortable because of the milk on my body.