After Six Years of Marriage, The Relationship was Broken

Amelia Allen, John Moore's former flame, had returned to the country and found herself in a dire situation, working as a dancer in a bar to pay off her massive debts.

When John heard the news, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the alluring figure on stage. I, on the other hand, was left in silence beside him.

The cold drinks, the dim, garish lights, and the kaleidoscopic stage were all overshadowed by Amelia's captivating presence. She stole all of John's attention.

"Mr. Moore, what do you think? Your old flame, who has abandoned you, now reduced to this." Leon Cooper chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. He summoned the bar manager and demanded that Amelia come over for a drink.

Leon was not only John's business rival but also the heir to the Cooper Group.

The bar owner, wary of angering him, quickly fetched Amelia.

"Mr. Cooper…" Amelia, dressed in a revealing white dress, was still strikingly beautiful, though her forced smile barely concealed her resignation.

As she spoke, she noticed John and me in the shadows. Her eyes welled up with tears that she struggled to hold back. "John, Amy, it's been so long."

I nodded slightly, noticing the tension in John's body.

"Oh, look at the newcomer. Let's have a few drinks!" One of Leon's sycophants set several glasses of strong liquor in front of Amelia.

Amelia's face turned pale. "I'm sorry, but I don't drink…"

I was about to step in and help her, but my husband, John, stood up first.

John, the man I had been married to for six years, someone I thought would at least show me some respect despite his past feelings for Amelia, surprised me.

Instead of standing up for me, he took Amelia away in front of everyone, leaving me alone.

He draped his coat over Amelia's shoulders, his expression cold. "Stop making a scene."

He then took Amelia's hand and shot me a look, saying, "Amy, you know I can't forget her. Don't do this again."

I thought, Is he really blaming me for this situation? Does he think I have set this up to humiliate Amelia in front of everyone?

Absurd. After six years of marriage and countless trials, does he still doubt my character so much?

"John, are you really taking Amelia away?" I asked, my voice weary. Six years of holding onto this cold, unfeeling relationship had left me feeling emotionally numb.

The room fell silent as onlookers watched our confrontation with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Amy, she's different from you," John said coldly, turning to me, "You have everything now, but Amelia is homeless."

"Did you know I'm one month pregnant?" I threw the revelation at him, hoping it might make a difference.

John pressed his lips. "I'll have the driver take you home."

With that, he half-embraced Amelia and walked away. I caught a glint of triumph in Amelia's eyes as if she was savoring the moment.

Even a pregnant, virtuous wife was no match for the woman he once loved.

The crowd's gaze was a mix of pity, mockery, and a reevaluation of the weight between me and Amelia.

As the last traces of moonlight were swallowed by the night, I felt the darkness close in.