The Betrayal of My Perfect Wife Chapter 09
Two months had passed since Blair left.
Every morning when I woke up, I’d instinctively turn to see if he was still there. The empty pillow reminded me he was gone. That day, I arranged to meet Anastas at a café, intending to end it completely. He wore a white suit, makeup impeccable. I was about to speak when he pushed a medical report across the table.
“Declan, I have an STD,” he said with a smile, his eyes full of malice. “You gave it to me.”
I stared at that piece of paper, Blair’s disappointed eyes as he left flashing in my mind.
“This has nothing to do with me,” I took a deep breath. “I won’t take responsibility for you, Anastas. This was a mistake from the start. The only person I‘ ve ever loved is Blair, always has been.”
He abruptly stood up, eyes red. “You lied to me! You said you’d divorce and marry me!”
“I never said I loved you,” my voice was cold. “Go get treatment. I’ll give you money as hush money.”
He stared at me blankly, tears rolling down. Suddenly, he turned and rushed out of the café. When I chased after him, he’d already run across the street. I called his name. He looked back, his eyes full of despair and hatred.
Then, a car sped from the side.
The screech of brakes was deafening. Anastas lay in a pool of blood. I rushed over. His lips trembled. ” Declan… I hate you…” The doctor said his arm was severely shattered, nerve damage serious. It would be very hard for him to play the violin again.
Not long after, a video went viral online–exactly the conversation Anastas had with Blair in the café. His smug bragging, those graphic descriptions, were all clearly recorded. The comments were all solding. All his performance invitations were canceled, his agency dropped him.
My career also took a nosedive. Colleagues at the company looked at me differently. Clients complained they didn’t want a Creative Director with questionable morals handling their projects. Partners hinted I should lay low for a while.
I moved back to the old house my parents left me. The marital home had been awarded to Blair. I heard he sold it immediately. But here, at least, some traces of him remained.
I started looking through the things he left behind. In the closet, there was a scarf he forgot to take–light blue. On the bookshelf were books he’d read, his elegant handwriting on the flyleaf. In the nightstand, I found an old diary—one I wrote over a decade ago. Trembling, I opened the first page.
“Today’s debate, I saw him. Blair. He stood in the opposing team’s position, wearing a white shirt, hair soft. My palms started sweating as the debate champion, I’d never been nervous in a competition. But in that moment, I just wanted to look at him. When he spoke, his eyes shone. I forgot to refute, forgot my arguments, just kept watching him. In the end, we lost, but I didn’t care. Because I thought, loving someone probably means being willing to lose the whole world for them.”
My vision blurred. I kept flipping.
“He fell into the lake. When I jumped in to save him, my heart was about to burst. He couldn’t swim, struggling desperately in the water. I held him, swam back to shore with all my strength. I leaned down, gave him mouth–to–mouth, kissed his lips for the first time. So soft, so sweet. When he woke up, I looked into his eyes and thought, in this lifetime, I only want to be with this boy.”
Tears fell on the paper, blurring the ink.
“Today, Blair and I slept together for the first time. He lay in my arms, cheeks flushed, eyes holding both shyness and trust. I held him, whispered in his ear,‘ Blair, I’ll marry you, love you forever, make you the happiest man in the world.‘ He smiled, eyes crinkling into crescents. In that moment, I felt like the luckiest person alive.”
Holding the diary, I finally couldn’t help but sob.
loudly. I had worked so hard to win him, only to push him away with my own hands.
After crying, I finally dialed Thea’s number.
“Thea, please tell me, is Blair doing okay now?” My voice was hoarse. “I won’t disturb him. I just want to know if he’s doing well. Please, for Beckett’s sake, give me his address. I just want to see him from afar, just a glance.”
Thea was silent for a long time, then finally sighed and gave me an address.
I booked a flight, flew to the city where he lived. At six in the evening, he appeared. Still the familiar figure, but he looked more upright than before. A tall woman was with him, wearing a well–tailored suit, elegant and poised. They walked side by side. The woman said something, and he laughed.
That smile once belonged only to me.
I watched them enter an apartment building, saw the lights turn on. He stood by the window, talking to that woman, a relaxed expression on his face. He was doing well, much better than when he was with me.
I turned and left, my steps heavy as if filled with lead.
After walking far, I looked back at that building.
Some people, once lost, are lost for a lifetime.
THE END