All Chapters of Our Love Ends Where His Lies Begin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sela's POVThe discount groceries I'd fought to get were scattered all across the floor.I sat amid the mess, a torn cloth shopping bag still hanging from my hand, and my washed-out skirt now covered with stains.The distinguished man standing in front of me only made me look even more pathetic by comparison.I stared blankly at Shawn Leake. A torrent of emotions crashed over me, and for a moment, I completely forgot how to speak."Honey, hurry and take her to the hospital," the woman urged. "She took a really nasty fall."Then she turned to look at me. "I'm so sorry. Our son's been spoiled since he was little. He torpedoes around everywhere."She opened her lambskin handbag, pulled out a thick wad of cash, and pressed it into my hands."I only have this much on me. Take this for now. Shawn?"Only then did Shawn snap out of his daze. He looked at the woman. "What?""Give her your business card," the woman answered. "That way she can get in touch with us if anything comes up l

Sela's POVThe other end of the line went completely silent.I waited for a few seconds, but only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.Shawn happened to come out of the kitchen just then. Seeing me on the phone, he dashed over frantically and snatched it away. When his eyes landed on the call log, his expression darkened instantly."Are you insane?" he roared."What did I do wrong?" I shot back. "You hid an affair from me for so many years, and you even have a child with her! Why can't I call her and demand an explanation?"If you've got the guts to keep a mistress, then you should have the guts to admit it!"Right then, the woman called back.Shawn ran his hand through his hair in frustration, hesitating between answering the call and hanging up.I pried the phone from his hand and answered it."Who are you?" the woman demanded before I could speak."And who are you?" I retorted. "You've been with Shawn all this time. Shouldn't you be the one explaining yourself?"

Sela's POVI stood at the elevator doors. The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, so my hands and feet were still weak. I couldn't even hold my post-surgery paperwork properly.Right then, the doors slid open with a ding, and I stepped in.When the people inside made no move to get out, I finally raised my head, only to meet three sets of eyes.Kelly Parnov was holding her child's hand, while Shawn's arm was wrapped around her shoulder."You're the one who made my mommy cry!" Toby, the boy, shouted, pointing at me. "I should've run you over and flattened you in the first place! Don't even think about breaking up my family, you evil witch! Daddy swore yesterday that he'd never let you become part of our family!"Kelly glanced down indifferently at Toby, making no move to stop him.Shawn, however, grabbed him by the shirt and admonished sternly, "What are you saying? Did I not teach you to be polite when you're out—""Shawn," Kelly interrupted, shielding Toby. "You don't have to be s

Sela's POVThe restaurant staff, sensing something was wrong, quickly retreated to the break room and pulled out their phones to take photos.Finally snapping back to his senses, Shawn jerked his head up to look at me, his eyes bloodshot."That's a life, Sela Wheatley!" he shouted. "I told you I would make it up to you! Cars, houses, money—whatever you wanted, I would've given you! Why did you have to hurt the baby? How could you be so cruel?"His fingers gripped the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white.I had run out of tears by then. Glancing at the servers who had hidden themselves, I asked hoarsely, "What are you waiting for? Serve the food."They didn't dare disobey and hurriedly brought out the prepared courses. Expensive and exquisite-looking dishes were served—steaks with beautiful marbling, creamy soups, foie gras, and so on. The aromas filling the restaurant felt entirely at odds with the suffocating atmosphere.I picked up my knife and fork and

Sela's POVShawn carried Kelly carefully in his arms, and the three of them disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone amid the wreckage and humiliation.The candlelight on the table flickered, illuminating the shattered dishes across the floor and the glass jar that had rolled into a corner under the table.It was just like my six-year relationship—worthless and discarded without a second thought, with nobody caring about it at all.I didn't stay for another second. I stood up, straightened my clothes, walked out of the restaurant, returned to my rental apartment, and packed up the few belongings I had.I grabbed my golden piggy bank and smashed it. Folded banknotes scattered across the floor. I carefully picked them up, as though I were gathering the fragments of my wasted youth and what remained of my dignity.Everything else, I left behind. I didn't want, nor did I care to want again, anything connected to Shawn.I bought a ticket for the next available train. Then I bl