The Night I Met My Wife's Boy Toy

At first, Henry Fowler deleted every post on social media that had to do with his wife, Charlotte Davidson.

When Charlotte got home, there was no longer a single lamp that stayed on specifically for her.

Later on, Henry even stopped his fertility treatments at the hospital.

Five years ago, he and Charlotte had gotten into an accident. At impact, he desperately shielded her by throwing himself over her.

Charlotte was almost unharmed, but Henry was severely injured and was unconscious in the hospital for three days. The doctors were certain that it would be difficult for Henry to regain his fertility for the rest of his life.

The elders in the Davidson family demanded the couple have children of their own so that the family line could continue. So, Henry had gone to the hospital every month for fertility treatment. He had taken tests over and over again, eagerly awaiting the day he would recover.

Later on, Henry no longer cared about the trivial matters concerning the Davidson family. He stopped dropping by the Davidson residence, and he no longer cared about Charlotte's whereabouts.

He seemed to have forgotten his identity, that he was Charlotte's husband who could've lived a life of luxury and comfort. He threw himself into his career, working long hours from early morning until late at night.

One day, Charlotte finally noticed something off about Henry. After finishing up her work, she went to his studio.

Charlotte was wearing a women's suit, her every movement filled with the commanding air of a seasoned corporate tycoon.

"Henry," Charlotte called out to Henry at the entrance, her voice filled with tenderness.

Henry's figure froze for a moment at the desk. Without turning around, he responded in a light tone, "What is it?"

He didn't turn around and welcome her like he used to. In the past, he would help her take off her chilly jacket, and even hold her hands in his as he breathed warm air against her cold skin. Now, he didn't even bother to look at her.

For a moment, Charlotte felt disappointed. She wanted to see the expression on Henry's face, but he dodged her gaze and focused on his work at hand.

"Just go home without me. I'll be stuck here for a while." Henry's words were polite and tactful, but Charlotte could feel her heart slowly beginning to tighten.

She couldn't make it to the college reunion because she was busy that day. It wasn't until afterward that she heard about what happened at the reunion, but that was just the alcohol speaking.

Charlotte explained, "Henry, don't listen to Gavin. He had a little too much to drink, so he was spouting nonsense. Nothing is going on between us anymore, and I'm just helping him out right now. After all, he doesn't even have a penny to his name…"

Henry responded, "You did the right thing. All three of us used to go to the same college, and since you're an entrepreneur with a reputation to keep, of course you should be something of a philanthropist. If I were you, I would've helped him too… By the way, I saw Gavin posting about his birthday party tonight. Aren't you going?"

Charlotte frowned a little. "Henry, are you sulking? Listen, I came here specifically for you. I want to go home with you."

Henry remained occupied at the desk. He was tracing out a draft as he replied, "His birthday party only comes around once every year. You wouldn't want to miss that."

A hint of frustration colored Charlotte's voice. "But it's been days since we last talked or had a proper meal together at home. Henry, please!"

She had just finished talking when her phone rang.

On the other end of the line, Gavin Redfield sounded sad as he said, "Charlotte, I accidentally ruined my birthday cake. Can you get a new one for me on your way here? The party wouldn't be complete without a cake."

Charlotte narrowed her gaze in mild annoyance, but her actions betrayed her, for she immediately turned and walked toward the door.

But when she reached the door, she paused in her tracks.

Through the reflection in the glass panels, she could see that Henry's movements were as fluid as ever. He didn't look the least bit dejected, as if he really didn't mind.

Charlotte said, "Well, then, Henry… Wait for me when you get home later. They'll definitely get me to drink, so please have some sort of hangover cure ready for me… Okay? Also, I just got you an antique ivory fertility carving at an auction. We will have children, don't worry."

Before Henry could respond, Charlotte had already closed the door and left.

In a corner of the studio, Henry's assistant was seething at the injustice done to him. "How could Ms. Davidson do that? She knows you have fertility problems only because you protected her back then. How could she celebrate another man's birthday, and even hurt you while she's at it?"

"It's fine." Henry's tone was as light as ever.

But upon closer inspection, the draft was stained with tears, and the ink was a blurred mess.

Henry felt numb as he typed in the last sentence at the end of an email. Then, he pressed "send".

It didn't take long for the reply to come in. "You're welcome to join my design studio overseas. I've been waiting for you."

Henry's smile returned to his face.

In a week, he would be bidding this place goodbye and giving the two lovebirds their happy ending.