The Betrayal of My Perfect Wife Chapter 06
The next afternoon, I sat in the hotel café downstairs, the latte in front of me gone cold. My phone suddenly vibrated–Declan calling.
She must have just gotten home. So where had she been all that time before? The answer was obvious.
Years of feelings, saying it didn’t hurt would be a lie. But compared to love, there were more important things in this world. Something rotten is rotten. I don‘ t have the habit of going back to pick up trash, afraid that every midnight, remembering it would make me sick, only torturing myself over and over. I answered the call.
“Blair!” Her voice was urgent, panicked. “How can you just throw away so many years of feelings? No matter what happens, Beckett and I will always be by your side… You are the person I love most, my most important family. You can trust me completely, but you just can’t leave me…”
By the end, her voice was choked with sobs.
For a moment, I remembered the girl from my memory, the tenderness in her eyes after pulling me from the lake, as if she truly couldn’t lose me, But if she really couldn’t lose me, why cheat? Just for the thrill?
“Declan, we-”
“Blair!” Thea suddenly walked over and sat opposite me. “Remember to discuss the new job with your. family. After all, it’s overseas. You should let them prepare.”
Her voice wasn’t soft. Declan on the phone naturally heard it clearly.
She paused, then suddenly laughed, the sound laced with sarcasm. “So you’re suddenly divorcing because. you got a job abroad?”
I was about to explain when she cut me off. “Blair, after all these years, even if you wanted to work abroad, I’d support you… But I never thought you were this kind of person! For the sake of your career, you’d abandon Beckett and me? What are we to you?
Haven’t I been good enough to you? All these years, where have I wronged you? For a job, you’d throw away this family? Do you have any conscience towards me? Towards Beckett?”
“Declan, listen to me-
“I won’t listen!” she nearly roared. “No matter the reason, I won’t divorce! Even if you’re heartless, I can‘ t let go of all these years of feelings! I know very
clearly that I love you, and I love this family. The job thing can be discussed, but divorce is absolutely impossible!”
With that, she hung up.
I stood there dumbfounded, holding the phone. Thea sighed softly across from me. “Blair, are you okay?”
I shook my head, dialed Declan’s number again.
No answer.
Once, twice, three times… Still no answer.
Cornered, she simply turned off her phone.
On the evening of the third day, I returned to that former home. Pushing the door open, only Beckett
was in the living room, sitting on the sofa, eyes red. Seeing me come in, he immediately jumped up and yelled at me:
“How could you abandon me and Mom for a job?! How can a father be so heartless?! You don’t love us at all! You only love yourself!”
He rushed over, shoved me hard, his little fists pounding on me. “I hate you! I hate you the most!”
I grabbed his hand, knelt down, looked into his red eyes, and said word by word: “Beckett, Daddy doesn’t like you anymore either.”
He froze, eyes wide, somewhat at a loss.
Ignoring his odd expression, I stood up, turned, and left that home.
The moment I walked out, my phone rang again. Thinking it was Declan, I answered quickly, but heard an unfamiliar man’s voice, tinged with smugness.
Declan is drinking with me at a bar right now. Velvet Bar.”
It was Anastas.
I hung up, immediately headed to the bar. Velvet Bar was a place Declan and I used to frequent. We celebrated our anniversaries there, got drunk and hugged our way home… Now, she was there with another man.
Pushing open the private room door, blaring music hit me. In the dim light, a crowd was gathered around a sofa, cheering. I pushed through the crowd and saw them.
Anastas stood in front of the sofa, his gaze heavy, eyes slightly red, looking pitifully at Declan. “So what if your husband doesn’t want you? Just get a divorce!”
His voice softened, with a sob. “Wouldn’t it be fine to divorce and marry me?”
Hearing this, Declan, lying on the sofa, immediately sat up straight. She glanced at Anastas, then suddenly laughed, the laugh full of self–mockery. “But we agreed from the start, no divorce.”
Anastas suddenly stood up, confronting her. “Your husband is abandoning you and your son for his career now! How long are you going to grieve for such a cold, heartless man?!”
Declan seemed stung. She grabbed a bottle of wine, tilted her head back, and gulped it down, then said mockingly, “He can be heartless, but I can’t… because I love him.”
After saying that, she tossed the bottle aside, looked at Anastas beside her, gently stroked his face, and murmured, “If only he depended on me like you do…”
The moment the words fell, Declan suddenly grabbed the back of Anastas’s head and kissed him fiercely in front of everyone. The kiss was intense. People around them whistled and cheered.
I stood outside the crowd, like an outsider, coldly watching this farce.
“Blair?!”
Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed. It was Declan’s friend, Emmett. He looked at me in panic.
You…”
Declan abruptly pushed Anastas away, turned her head, and looked at me with a flustered expression.