Chapter 2

I hung up and said calmly, "Nothing. My friend just suggested going to Prancera."

Mabel came over to me and leaned into my arms. "Do you want to visit Prancera too? Wait for me to settle some things at work first. I'll go with you in three days."

I gently pushed her away. "Go to sleep."

Early the next morning, Mabel woke up and went to work. However, I knew from the comments that she was actually going to see Clyde.

I made my way to the lawyer's office after she left and had them draft a divorce agreement.

That afternoon, I got a call from Mabel.

"Dusty? It's our tenth anniversary today. There's a new luxury brand watch exhibition tonight. Just tell me what you want, and your wifey will buy it all for you."

She'd forgotten that our anniversary was actually yesterday.

A bitter smile appeared on my lips. "I'm fine with anything you buy for me."

…

Mabel didn't hold back at the exhibition and spared no expense, buying me two diamond watches and a pair of sapphire cufflinks. This attracted tons of envious glances from the other people in the hall.

A muscular waiter then accidentally bumped into Mabel, spilling champagne on her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss! Let me clean it up for you—"

Mabel immediately shoved him away and said, "Get off me! I won't let any other man aside from my Dusty to touch me!"

Back when she first started her business, she often had to entertain clients till late at night at social events. Once, she came back smelling of someone else's tobacco.

She saw how unhappy it made me and swore that she would never entertain male clients like that again. She also said she would not let another man touch her either.

From that moment on, her reputation as a husband-obsessed businesswoman spread throughout Elleving, and I became the envy of everyone else.

The comments appeared before my eyes again.

[Isn't Clyde being way too bold this time? To think that he'd actually openly provoke Dustin in public like this!]

My gaze fell on the waiter. So, this was Clyde Johnson.

He ran off looking utterly aggrieved after Mabel shoved him off.

A while later, Mabel got up. "I'm going to wash this off in the restroom, Dusty. Wait here for me. I'll just be a while."

A wave of envious whispers swept through the crowd watching us once again.

"Did you see the look in Ms. Landry's eyes? So adoring and affectionate!"

"Everyone in Elleving knows that Ms. Landry loves her husband more than life itself. As long as they are together, I'll continue believing in love!"

Yet, new comments kept appearing before my eyes.

[The most despicable thing is that the scumbag Mabel is in the midst of a passionate lovemaking session with Clyde right now!]

My feet moved on their own toward the restroom. Moans and gasps were drifting over from the closed stall.

"Shh, keep your voice down! Are you trying to get everybody's attention or something?"

A low male voice then replied, "Who told you to be so good at this, Mabes? You're sucking my soul out!"

Mabel's sultry voice was laced with pleasure. "Well, who told you to come here dressed like this?"

"The thought of you going on a trip with your husband in a few days made me really sad. I don't care. You're going to have to make it up to me for the next two days and keep me satisfied before you go."

The sounds in the restroom got louder and louder, and my heart felt numb with pain.

I wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes and turned to leave.

Mabel only anxiously reappeared one hour later, at the end of the exhibition.

"I'm sorry, Dusty. I ran into a business partner and lost track of time chatting with him."

I watched her lie so readily and naturally, and just nodded calmly. "It's fine. Company matters are more important."

After putting the watches she bought into the trunk, Mabel then drove us back home.

Halfway there, her phone suddenly rang loudly. She just glanced at it momentarily before rejecting the call.