I turned on the car's driving recorder and scrolled through the footage from the past two weeks. As I feared, Rowan and that girl had been intimate in this very car so many times.
Suddenly, a message from Rowan appeared on my phone.
[Honey, the lab has taken on a new project. I'm going out of town today and won’t be back tonight. Remember to eat well. I love you.]
Staring at his words, my gaze drifted to the recording of my husband and Marion being intimate…
…a wave of dizziness swept over me.
My chest felt unbearably tight, as though it were being crushed under an invisible weight, making it hard to breathe.
The scenes playing in front of me were like daggers piercing my heart. It felt as though my very soul was bleeding.
The emotions I had suppressed over the past few days erupted all at once. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face as a scream escaped my lips.
I slammed hard my fists against the steering wheel in front of me.
At that moment, I felt like the biggest joke.
I just sat there for a long time.
As dusk approached, I finally dialed my father’s number.
"Dad, I’ve decided. I’ll live abroad. Can you help me cancel my domestic identity?"
"Of course, Olive, but why this sudden decision? Will Rowan be going with you?"
"No. It's just me."
My father was also a man and he was accustomed to weathering life’s storms. So, from those few words, he seemed to understand everything.
He did not press me for details.
After that, I called Rowan.
"Hey, what's wrong, dear?" His voice sounded slightly breathless.
We had been married for many years. How could I not know what he was doing at that moment? I could practically picture the indecent scene on the other end of the line.
"Nothing. I just wanted to let you know the new product launch is scheduled for next Friday."
"After the press conference, I’ll give you a gift as a thank you for your contribution to the research and development."
Rowan chuckled lightly. "Okay. Thank you, my dear."
I could almost feel the dissatisfaction from the woman on his end through the phone. Suddenly, Rowan let out a muffled hum, his breathing growing deeper.
"All right then, you carry on. I’ll hang up now." After saying that, I ended the call.
I thought I would feel a surge of anger or heartbreak, but instead, I felt... numb.
Once, I had told Rowan that betrayal was the one thing I could never tolerate. I had warned him that if I ever discovered he had betrayed me, I would disappear from his life entirely.
And when I did leave, the parting gift I had prepared for him would be one he would never forget.
Before dawn, another message arrived on my phone from Marion.
The photo attached was of an unsealed box of condoms with only one remaining inside.
She followed it up with a smug message. [Mrs. Bradford, do you think your husband will use the last one before dawn?]
[You are destined to lose to me. The experience I give Mr. Bradford is something you can never provide. Not in this life or the next!]
I knew she was trying to provoke me, to rile me up, to break me.
But I felt nothing at all now.
Because I no longer loved him at all.
In the days that followed, I stayed in the company lounge under the pretext of preparing for the upcoming press conference.
In truth, such a small event did not require my personal attention. My team was more than capable of handling it on their own.
What truly occupied me was the process of selling my company.
Over the years, through relentless effort, I had built the business into something respected in the industry. It had gained a solid reputation and several major players had expressed interest in a potential merger or acquisition.
After careful consideration, I chose an established company with strong financial stability to negotiate the deal.
Firstly, I wanted to ensure that my hard work over the years would not go to waste and that the company would continue to thrive. Secondly, I needed to secure the funds as soon as possible.
The negotiations went smoothly. Once the contract was signed, the funds were transferred to my account that very day.
