The Betrayal of My Perfect Wife Chapter 05
The next morning, Declan called.
“Blair! Are you crazy?!” Her voice was frantic, panicked. “What’s with the divorce papers?! We have such a good relationship, why are you suddenly asking for a divorce?!”
“Such a good relationship?” I let out a cold laugh.
Then explain the remote–controlled adult toy in the nightstand. Why just the remote?”
She fell silent for a few seconds, then her voice suddenly turned pitiful. “Honey, I was so embarrassed. I ordered it weeks ago, wanted to surprise you, make you happy… But when it arrived, I got nervous–worried you’d think I was weird. So I hid the main part somewhere else, never had the courage to bring it up…”
“You are the one I love most, the most important person,” her tone was so sincere it was heartbreaking. “How could I ever betray you? Blair, you must have misunderstood something. Tonight at eight, I’ll be home on time, Let’s talk properly, okay?”
Without waiting for my answer, she hung up in a hurry.
That night, I went back to that house.
As soon as I entered, I saw Beckett curled on the sofa playing games, holding the latest console Anastas had given him. Hearing the door, he looked up, a flash of shock on his face.
“Dad? You’re back so soon?”
Before I could answer, he lowered his head, went back to his game, as if my presence meant nothing.
I stood in the living room, looking at this eight–year- old child–I’d stayed up nights raising him, thought he was the most precious treasure of my life. Now, he was happily playing with a gift from that man, covering for his mother, even treating me like a fool to be deceived at will.
My beloved son had ultimately become the knife that stabbed me, leaving me bleeding and in agony.
Eight o’clock came. Declan didn’t show.
I called her again.
“Blair-” Her voice was breathless, faint background noise behind her. “Sorry, there’s an emergency
project at work suddenly. I’m about to go into a meeting… I really can’t make it back today. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” She hung up quickly.
But in those few seconds, I clearly heard a man’s muffled sob and the sound of a bed creaking from her end of the line.
So disgusting.
I covered my mouth, rushed to the bathroom. My stomach churned violently, and I vomited. The person I once loved so deeply now made me nauseous. just thinking about her. How ironic.
When I was done dry heaving, I slumped on the cold tiles, tears finally flowing uncontrollably.
After pulling myself together, I walked out of the bathroom, knelt in front of the sofa, looking at Beckett still playing his game.
“Beckett,” I tried to keep my voice gentle. “Daddy wants to ask you, is there anything you’re hiding from me?”
He looked up, blinked, then gave an innocent, sweet smile. “No, Daddy.”
“Really nothing?”
“Really nothing!” He put down the console, reached out to hug my neck. “Daddy, you’re the person I love most in the whole world!”
I looked at his little face. Those clear eyes held not a trace of guilt.
My heart turned completely cold.
I stood up, picked up my suitcase, and walked out of that house without looking back.
The moment I got in the car, I finally broke down.
Tears flowed like a broken dam, unstoppable. I leaned on the steering wheel, crying until my whole body
shook, gasping for air.
I don’t know how long I cried. I wiped my tears, took out my phone, and sent a message to Lachlan: [I’m giving up custody of the child.]