“Sylvia, you really do have a talent for humiliating people.”
Gregory was a businessman; he knew how to claim moral high ground and make others feel guilty.
But I wasn’t someone who let another person’s words create pointless inner turmoil.
What I couldn’t believe was that he would actually take Charlotte’s side against me.
Like a gambler placing one final bet, I said, “Gregory, I’ll give you one last chance. Tell her to leave, or we get divorced.”
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before narrowing into a sharp gaze.
“Are you threatening me?”
The moment the words left his mouth, I knew our marriage was past saving.
A silence fell before his voice cut through it.
“I won’t fire someone who hasn’t done anything wrong.”
That answer told me where he stood.
The hypocrisy in his eyes made my stomach turn.
Without waiting for more, I turned and walked out.
When the car stopped at the hospital, my phone rang. Charlotte’s information from her legal team had arrived.
My instincts told me Gregory wouldn’t develop feelings for a middle-aged woman without reason; something between them must have existed long before.
So I’d asked someone to investigate her.
Sure enough, when I read that she had once been a dorm manager at the men’s dormitory in Arlington University, a chill went through me.
Back then, Gregory and I were envious of the entire campus—he was the only idol who ever showed me patience.
We studied in the library together, worked on projects in coffee shops, explored every good restaurant near campus, and even checked in with each other before bed.
I’d believed no love could be more perfect.
But after five years together, holding this report, I suddenly wondered—did I truly know Gregory?
I searched my memory for details from our college days.
Then I remembered meeting Charlotte during the summer of my junior year.
Because of his excellent grades and family situation, the school allowed him to stay in the dorms during summer break.
One summer day, he’d said he missed me, so I sneaked to his dorm, gift in hand, my heart full of excitement.
I didn’t notice at first that he had just stepped out of the dorm manager’s office. His shirt was rumpled, so I smoothed it for him and teased him, asking if he was surprised.
His cheeks reddened, his gaze intense—I thought it was love.
But then I saw her.
A middle-aged woman stood inside the dim hallway, watching us.
Though I couldn’t read her expression, I frowned.
After a pause, I asked, “Is your dorm manager very strict?”
He brushed it off and changed the topic, and I let the moment go.
Soon after, it was my birthday. I noticed a gold necklace in his online shopping cart—slightly old-fashioned, but expensive for him back then.
The thought moved me to tears.
Yet on my birthday, the gift I received was a simple crystal bracelet.
I never asked what happened to the necklace. I assumed he couldn’t afford it and chose to protect his pride.
