The Night I Met My Girlfriend's Husband

Keith's POV

My ears started ringing, and I suddenly couldn't hear anything clearly. It wasn't until the car behind me blared its horn that I finally came back to my senses.

I pulled into an underground garage of a luxury residential complex downtown and parked the car.

Cory Quick was still rambling on. "I thought no one would accept the ride request since it was pouring so hard. Why don't you come over to my place and change into some dry clothes?"

I forced a smile in response to his kindness. As I was about to refuse, his son, Joel Quick, tugged at the hem of my shirt.

"Sir, you're all wet. You'll catch a cold."

I was pulled into an elevator. Soon, I found myself hesitating at the entryway.

In Borville, every inch of land was worth a fortune, and this place was worth over ten million dollars.

Rainwater trickled down my raincoat and dripped onto the floor.

My gaze fell on the wedding photo hanging on the living room wall. It was Hannah Judd. When I finally recognized her in the photo, a sense of despair welled up inside me.

So it was true.

The place was enormous, yet it looked lived-in. There were matching mugs and slippers, children's toys scattered across the floor, and a crib sitting in the corner.

I forced myself to look away.

As Cory took off Joel's jacket, the good-luck charm around his neck made my breath hitch.

"Where did you get that good-luck charm from?"

Cory absentmindedly dried Joel's hair. "My wife bought it at an auction."

I recognized that good-luck charm immediately. It was a keepsake Mom left me before she passed away.

Back then, Hannah's company had gone bankrupt, and she was saddled with a huge amount of debt.

The day she broke the news to me in tears, I smoked for a very long time.

The next day, I sold everything I could, including the keepsake Mom left to me. But now, that good-luck charm had become something Hannah had used to win their approval.

My chest heaved, and every breath made my heart ache.

I asked hoarsely, "So you know your wife has a boyfriend?"

"Of course. I knew all along." A smirk tugged at the corner of Cory's lips, and his eyes were filled with mockery.

"If that guy hadn't kept pestering my wife five years ago, we would've been together long ago. But in the end, she still chose me."

Cory waved the bank card in his hand. "Even now, he's still foolish enough to help my wife pay off a debt that doesn't even exist. This amount isn't even enough to cover what I spend in three days."

My fingers curled slightly at my side.

Five years ago, Hannah cheated on me once. I had found the messages on her phone.

Back then, she groveled at my feet, clutching my pant leg and begging me for forgiveness. "Keith, I really didn't sleep with him. I know I messed up. Please forgive me. Just give me one chance."

After being with Hannah for so many years, I couldn't bring myself to let her go. She promised she would never cheat on me again, and I trusted her one more time.

But the truth was right in my face. Hannah had been cheating on me with the same man all along, and she had even started a family with him.

Cory pulled out a change of clean clothes from his wardrobe. "This outfit is brand new. You can have it."

The price tag dangled from the shirt. One shirt alone was enough to cover what I earned from half a month of ridesharing.

I took a step back and forced a smile. "It's fine."

I turned away and hurried out of the house, my steps unsteady. As soon as I stepped out, I bumped into someone.

The familiar scent of Hannah's perfume made me freeze. Maybe it was because the hood of my raincoat was pulled low, but she didn't recognize me.

"Mommy! You're back!"

"Were you a good boy today?"

I couldn't help but look back when I heard Hannah's gentle voice. The front door was open, with bright lights shining from within.

Hannah scooped Joel into her arms and kissed his cheek. What a heartwarming sight.

I could only smile bitterly to myself. As the elevator doors slid shut, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Several messages from Hannah popped up on the screen.

"You still haven't replied. I'm really worried about you."

"It's pouring outside. Drive safe."