After Ten Years of Marriage, His Shocking Secret RevealedChapter 1
On our wedding anniversary, while my husband, Xavier Torres, was away on a business trip, he sent me a message asking for a divorce.
I replied calmly, "Okay."
Three days later, after finishing work, I returned home.
To my surprise, his assistant, Loretta Young, was on the sofa, her clothes disheveled and her eyes red and swollen from crying.
"Mrs. Torres, I'm so sorry. We were just playing games that day, and I took Mr. Torres's phone to send you that message."
Xavier comforted her for a long time and then turned to me.
"The poor girl is terrified. Don't you have any sympathy? I think we should just let this go."
I was so angry I laughed. I had already prepared the divorce papers, and he wanted me to just forget it?
I watched coldly as Xavier, with an apologetic look, held Loretta by the waist and escorted her out.
She clung to him as if she had no bones, leaning into his arms.
It was clear she didn't take me, Xavier's wife, seriously.
But then she looked at me with a frightened expression and spoke so pitifully that I was almost moved.
"Mr. Torres, you should spend more time with Serena. I know I was wrong. Serena looks so angry!"
Xavier looked deeply distressed as he comforted her.
"It's okay. It's late. Let me take you home first.
"I'll talk to her when I get back. It's all my fault for making her so unreasonable."
I fought the urge to slap him.
In the past, Xavier would never tolerate women like her flaunting themselves in front of me. He would always back me up.
Now, it seemed I was the unreasonable one.
I sneered.
"Take her to bed, why don’t you!"
Loretta blushed, and Xavier glared at me.
"Serena, what are you talking about? Have some manners!"
I yawned, trying to hide the tears in my eyes.
My words came out icy cold.
"Are you still here? Do you want to stick around and hear more rude comments?"
Loretta burst into tears and ran out the door. Xavier shot me a furious look and chased after her.
I laughed until tears came to my eyes.
Men were so fickle. After only three years of marriage, he didn’t have the patience to comfort me anymore.
It was late at night when Xavier finally returned, reeking of alcohol and carrying a takeout box.
He sat down beside me, opened the box, and gently slid it in front of me.
"Serena, are you hungry? I brought your favorite barbecue."