The Betrayal of My Perfect Wife Chapter 07
Declan strode towards me. Though the light was dim,
I could clearly see the smear of red lipstick on the corner of her mouth–a bright red, mocking my foolishness.
“Blair, let me explain…”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I directly pulled the divorce papers from my bag and slapped them into her arms. ” After all these years, I don’t want to make this ugly. Sign it.”
She froze, looked down at the papers in her arms, then abruptly looked up, a flicker of panic in her eyes. “You… you knew all along?”
I nodded, my gaze calmly resting on the agreement.” Since you chose to cheat, you have to bear the consequences. We can only divorce.”
“No!” Panic flashed in Declan’s eyes. She directly threw the divorce papers on the floor, grabbed my arms with both hands, her voice pleading. “Blair, I was wrong. I promise it won’t happen again… I love you so much, and you love me. We have Beckett. How can you just say you don’t want us anymore?”
At this point, she could still shamelessly say such things, even trying to use Beckett to guilt–trip me.
I raised my hand and slapped her hard.
The people around instantly fell silent. All eyes were on us.
“How dare you hit her?!” Anastas rushed over, shrilly accusing.
I turned and slapped him across the face too.
He froze, covering his cheek, looking at Declan pitifully. But Declan just stood there, motionless. He looked at the others in the room, but everyone avoided his gaze, looking everywhere but at him.
I snorted with disdain. “If you dare to be the other man, you should have the awareness of being the other man. Getting hit is normal.”
Then I turned back to Declan. “Don’t try to guilt–trip
me with the child. Do you think I don’t know you and your daughter have been hiding things from me?”
With that one sentence, all color drained from Declan‘s face.
She opened her mouth but couldn’t say anything.
I bent down, picked up the divorce papers from the floor, dusted them off, and handed them to her again.
“Sign.”
Then I turned and left that foul place.
For the next few days, I couldn’t find Declan at all.
She seemed to have vanished–phone unanswered, messages unreplied, not at home. Without finding her, I couldn’t get a divorce, but I didn’t want to stay in this marriage any longer.
Just as I was getting anxious, Anastas contacted me.
In the café, Anastas was already sitting by the window, wearing a well–tailored suit, hair meticulously styled.
Seeing me, he straightened his back, proud as a swan.
“This should be our second meeting,” he said with a smile, a hint of provocation in his tone.
I sat opposite him. “I’ve seen you many times. Naked in the living room, in the bedroom. The neighbors even saw my wife pinning you against the floor–to- ceiling window.”
My voice wasn’t soft. Many people in the café looked over.
Anastas, who had been maintaining his haughty posture, instantly stiffened. He practically gritted his teeth. “You’re so boring. No wonder Declan enjoys being with me so much–so what if you were her first love? So what if you were with her for eight years? But she’s slept with me eight hundred times! Even when she’s not with me, she plays remote games with me…”
By the end, his eyes were full of triumph.
I shook my head, smiling. “You might have some problems in your head.”
I said slowly and clearly, “If you’re the other man, you should keep a low profile. But you? Afraid people won‘ t know you’re the mistress, bragging everywhere. I just need to expose this, and your career is ruined. A violinist who destroys families–do you think anyone will still hire you for performances?”
The surrounding whispers grew louder. Anastas’s face turned from white to green, his hands clenching his cuffs.
Suddenly, he grabbed the coffee in front of me and poured it over his own head.
“Who do you think Declan will believe?” He looked at me, a strange smile curling his lips.
As soon as the words were out, the café door was pushed open. Declan rushed in, spotting us immediately.
Anastas was about to speak, but Declan cut him off, striding over to me, grabbing my shoulders, looking me up and down. “Blair, are you okay?”
Seeing I was fine, she relaxed, then frowned. “Why on earth are you meeting him?”
Then she turned to Anastas, saying coldly, “I remember telling you not to contact my husband. I haven’t settled the bar incident with you yet!”
Anastas, who had been smug just moments ago, now looked utterly terrible, his fine suit ruined by coffee, appearing rather pathetic. I directly pushed Declan away. “Stop pretending to be the good person here. If you hadn’t cheated, he wouldn’t have come looking for trouble. Now you want to dump all the responsibility on him alone? Don’t you think you’re shameless?”
Declan’s face was extremely ugly, as if she wanted to say something.
I directly pulled out my phone from my bag, opened those surveillance videos. “Look at what you and he
did behind my back. In my living room, my bedroom, even against the floor–to–ceiling window… When you were doing these things, you should have thought that when it all came out, I could never forgive you.”
I looked into her eyes, enunciating each word. “You wronged me. As compensation, you must divorce. Otherwise, I will hate you for the rest of my life.”