The Betrayal of My Perfect Wife Chapter 08
The signature on the divorce papers looked especially scribbled.
We completed the final procedures at the law firm. From entering to leaving, it took barely half an hour. Eight years of marriage ended just like that. The moment I stepped out of the building, the sunlight was blinding, but I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
Just as I was about to leave, Declan’s phone rang. She answered, her face instantly turning grim. She looked at me. “Beckett got hurt at school. He’s in the hospital now.”
My heart clenched painfully. Even though I despised this mother and daughter, hearing Beckett was hurt, I couldn’t be completely indifferent. I followed Declan to the hospital. Pushing open the hospital room door, Beckett lay on the bed, his arm bandaged.
Seeing me enter, his eyes immediately reddened. He stretched out his uninjured hand. “Daddy…”
I stood at the door, looking at his pitiful appearance, but didn’t rush over to hug him like before. I took a step back, avoiding his touch.
“The doctor said it’s just a minor sprain, nothing serious,” I said calmly. “Since it’s nothing, I don’t need to stay.”
With that, I turned to leave.
“Blair!” Declan grabbed my wrist, her eyes red, her voice filled with disbelief and hurt. “You… you’re
really this heartless? He’s only eight! He’s your son!”
I looked back at her coldly, forcefully shook off her hand. “Weren’t you the one who betrayed this family first?”
That one sentence made her face turn deathly pale.
Beckett on the bed cried even harder, but I didn’t look
back. I pushed the door open and left the room. Footsteps echoed in the corridor, each step firm and resolute. Maybe for those two in the hospital room, I still couldn’t feel completely unmoved. But betrayal is betrayal. I could never forgive.
For the next few days, Declan and Beckett took turns calling me. I didn’t answer a single one. Until that evening, Anastas called.
When I answered, he didn’t speak immediately. Ambiguous panting sounds came from the
background. After a long while, his voice finally came through, carrying a hint of triumph. “Declan, didn’t you say before you were just playing with me? Why are you looking for me again today?”
I gripped the phone tightly, didn’t hang up. I needed this pain. I needed it to completely tear out the
person I once deeply loved from my heart. Even if it left me bleeding, so that in the future, remembering her would bring not a shred of lingering attachment.
“Blair just won’t forgive me…” Declan’s voice came from the other end of the line, thick with exhaustion and self–pity. “I feel terrible. I just wanted a hug.”
“I’ll give it to you,” Anastas’s voice was gentle. “I’ll give you everything you want.”
Then, rustling sounds came from the phone, followed by the wet sound of lips and teeth meeting. The tsk tsksounds grew more pronounced. Declan started panting heavily. A table was knocked over with a loud crash. Finally, the call was cut off.
I sat on the hotel bed, my hand holding the phone trembling, but I laughed. Maybe I should thank
Anastas. Because of this, for Declan, whom I once loved deeply, I would only feel, from the bottom of my heart, that she was utterly rotten.
Early the next morning, as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Declan standing in the hotel lobby. She wore a crumpled white blouse, her eyes bloodshot, a bright red hickey on her collar. Seeing me, she immediately approached, her voice hoarse. “Blair, can
we talk?”
“Getting a divorce doesn’t mean I’m letting go.” She blocked my way, her eyes pleading. “I promise you, this will never happen again. Please… give me another chance, okay?”
I stopped, reached out, pushed aside the collar of her blouse, my fingertip lightly tracing the hickey.” Pretty intense last night, huh?”
That one sentence made her face turn as white as a sheet.
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but I took out my phone, opened the recording, turned the volume to max. Anastas’s voice, Declan’s panting, the sound of fierce impact echoed clearly in the lobby.
People around looked over. Declan stood frozen on the spot.
I turned off the recording, looked at her pale face, and said calmly, “In this relationship, I am not the one at fault. So what belongs to me, I won’t yield a single bit.
This recording is evidence to protect my legitimate rights. Declan, don’t make me look down on you in the end.”
She was silent for a long time, so long I thought she wouldn’t speak. Finally, she raised her head, eyes red.
“If this is what you want, I’ll let you have it.”
“But my heart will never change,” her voice was soft but unusually firm. “Even divorced, in my heart, you will always be my only husband. I’ll wait for you to understand, then pursue you again. I’m confident you‘ ll forgive me.”
I looked at her and suddenly laughed. “You really have some nerve.”
The subsequent asset division didn’t proceed according to the agreement. Declan, as if to prove her determination, directly chose to leave with nothing, only keeping a sum for Beckett’s education. Aside from that, she was left with nothing.
But that had nothing to do with me anymore.
That afternoon, I boarded a flight overseas. The moment the plane soared into the clouds, I looked at the white clouds outside the window and, for the first time, felt the sky was so vast. The past eight years. were like a dream. The dream was over, life had to go on.
I closed my eyes, a smile curling at the corner of my mouth. A new life began from this moment.