THE NIGHT I RUINED MY FOREVER

Kylie’s POV

There he was, sleeping peacefully beside me, with his phone on his chest. I had never seen Liam sleep without her picture on his phone. I was just like a mannequin to him.

The only time he would make love to me was when he thought of her—his supposed ex-lover. Liam never cared about how I looked as his wife. All I did was cook, clean, and satisfy his urge for sex, not because he loved me, but because when he remembered her, some sudden guilt drove him to lay with me.

“Babe,” I tapped him slightly just to see if he still noticed that his wife was in bed with him. Of course, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I loved him, and he loved me.

There it was again—his phone rang, not up to five seconds later, and Liam picked up the call. It was her again. Over the phone, I could hear her blowing kisses to him. He smiled unconsciously. Liam didn’t mind that he spoke to her in my presence.

“So by 7 p.m. today, right?”

“I will be there before you know it. Plus, I sent you a thousand dollars. Get anything you want.”

I didn’t even know when my eyes filled with tears. Liam had just planned to meet her at night, right in front of me.

“Um… babe,” I walked up to him, holding his arm warmly.

“Babe, I was just thinking if we can talk things out. I mean, you barely look me in the eyes. You do—”

“Get your filthy hands off me.”

He couldn’t even allow me to finish my statement. I watched him walk back to bed, lying down with his phone on his chest, her picture on it.

It was time for breakfast. We had a maid, but I did all the dishes, made all the meals, and did all the laundry. Liam was on his phone again, smiling. He barely smiled at me. The only time he did was when he ground on me. He was already dressed up, about to leave. He was the general director of his late father’s company. 

People would think his wife wore things of luxury, but here I was, dressed in the same trapeze dress for five years of our marriage.

“Babe… breakfast is ready.”

I carried the tray of food to where he was sitting, only for him to stand up and walk to the door, smiling as usual on a call with her. Before I knew it, Terra—his sister—walked right in, banging the door.

“Where’s my brother, you bitch?”

“He… he just stepped out.”

I was always humiliated anytime she walked in.

“Now you listen and listen real good. Liam loves Aurora, so get your freaking self out of his life.”

Her haughty eyes were something I was mindful of. She didn’t even wait for my reply and banged the door right in front of me. Not even the security was aware that Liam had a wife; the only thing they assumed needed protection was the building and his cars.

So much for the wife of a millionaire.

Liam was almost back from seeing his ex-lover, and I had a gift for him before his birthday tomorrow. I was so excited. I loved Liam with everything in me—why couldn’t he see that?

To my greatest surprise, Liam was back, but with her.

“Wow! Is this your maid or something?”

“Who are you calling maid, you bit—”

“Shut it.”

I couldn’t even finish talking, and he shut me up again.

“Well, she’s my wife, but that doesn’t matter.”

Everything seemed blank. Liam had just embarrassed me right in front of his ex-lover.

“Kylie, make lunch for Aurora. She just arrived from the States.”

It was harder for me to believe that he was referring to me.

“I’m not her maid.”

He walked up to me, his eyes stern.

“Prepare the damn lunch. Aurora doesn’t like getting her hands dirty.”

His actions always put me in a place of shame. To think that I wanted to spend the evening with my husband. She stood right before him, arranging his tie. The trauma I felt when I saw Liam staring into her eyes was disheartening. Liam had never stared at me that way in our five years of marriage.

“Don’t get jealous, Kylie. She’s just a friend.”

Liam still had the nerve to tell me she was just a friend. Every day, I wondered why Liam married me. As much as I could give up the world for him, he couldn’t give up her for me.

It was finally time to show Liam my gift. I was so excited, and I knew for sure that he loved me deep down and would be impressed with what I bought, but I had second thoughts about opening the gift right in front of her.

“Babe… can I see you for just a second?”

“Make it snappy. Aurora is waiting.”

It was always about how Aurora felt, not me.

“I got you an early birthday gift.”

I pulled out the box of the Rolex watch he had always wanted.

“You remember on our wedding night you mentioned the watch. I had to save up and get it for you.”

I felt so proud of myself that, though Liam never got me a gift for five years, I still pulled through to make him happy.

“Sure… is this why you called me here?”

“Liam, I bought you your dream gift after all these years with the money I saved up even before I married you. And all you can say is ‘sure’?”

Liam walked out while I was still speaking. As usual, all he cared about was Aurora.

Not up to a minute later, I heard Aurora screaming. I rushed in to find out why.

It was Liam giving her the gift I gave him not even two minutes ago. For five years, I had never experienced this from Liam. She knew I was there. She hugged and kissed him in a way I never did in five years. And she was just a friend.

“Kylie"

go and get Aurora’s room ready.”

It was at this point I knew that it was high time I got a divorce.