All Chapters of Husband of the Year: Funding My Wife's Affair: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Stephany Jones panicked instantly. Instead of taking the divorce agreement, she nervously raised her hand and swore, "Honey, I swear on my mom and my whole family. Chase and I never slept together. We never held hands, and we never kissed."She looked like a child who had done something wrong. My calmness frightened her, and tears began pooling in her eyes immediately.We had been married for ten years and had an eight-year-old son named Ricky Gallagher together. This was the first time I had ever brought up divorce.It was also the first time I had seen her panic to the point of tears. She looked nothing like her usual composed self."What about hugging?" I asked.A flash of guilt crossed her eyes, and she honestly admitted with remorse, "We only hugged twice, and neither hug lasted more than a minute. Honey, I've realized my mistake. I won't be so careless about boundaries anymore. I don't want our family to fall apart. Please don't leave me, okay?"My nose stung as emotions

That was the reason why I believed that a short period of pain was better than prolonged suffering. It was better to end things with dignity.The next day, Stephany came home carrying a bag filled with cash.She said, "Chase paid us back. Honey, can you please forgive me this one time?"What she didn't know was that 15 minutes earlier, Chase had sent me a message.He wrote, "Thanks for bringing us together. Here's what we'll do—the money Stephany spent buying me a house can just be deducted from your marital assets. That way, you won't be at a loss."Attached was a photo of a wardrobe. Inside it, the fashionable ladies' outfits he had bought for Stephany were neatly arranged. On the wardrobe door was a photo of him affectionately holding her arm.Taking a glance at the crisp new bills, I said, "Take the money back. You know I don't care about it."I had no idea where she got that money.I went into the bedroom. Then, I took out a bank card and handed it to her."We've saved si

Stephany had no idea that 20 minutes after she left, I received a photo from Chase. It showed the two of them having coffee together.Then, another message followed. "I'm loving her the way she deserves to be loved."My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. Thinking I wasn't feeling well, Ricky asked worriedly, "Dad, does the IV hurt too much? I'll go get a nurse."I grabbed his hand and forced a smile. "It doesn't hurt anymore."Feeling sorry for me, he gently rubbed my hand and innocently blew on the spot where the needle had gone in. Every one of his little gestures reminded me so much of his mother.When Stephany came back, she brought dinner with her. A faint trace of men's cologne lingered on her.She must have noticed it too, because she hurriedly tried to explain it, sounding like someone trying too hard to prove her innocence.She said, "There were several guys in the elevator wearing really strong cologne just now. I must've picked up some of th

I said calmly, "I did. We're divorced now, so mind your boundaries."She realized what she was doing wasn't exactly appropriate, but she didn't stop. She continued massaging my temples.For the past ten years, whenever I had a headache, she had always been the one to massage my head. For my sake, she had even spent a year learning professional head massage techniques.I felt a surge of warmth in my heart, but I was very much against our relationship becoming messy and unresolved. I shouted at her, "Get out! If you don't leave, I'll call Chase!"She hesitated for a long moment and finally left.But after that, Stephany would hurry over whenever it rained. Upon realizing I had changed the door code, she would stand outside and remind Ricky to close the bedroom window for me. Every few days, she would make my favorite dishes and have Ricky bring them back.Before long, Chase snapped.He stormed into my office and angrily accused me, "A decent ex-husband should be like a dead man