Everyone in New York's legal circles knows that top-tier lawyer Julian Sterling loves his wife more than life itself. To declare his devotion. He even tattooed my name on his collarbone. Even when jet-setting across countries for work, he would always carve out a few hours just to fly back and see me. But outside his office, I overheard his employees gossiping: "The boss just got back, and he's already flying out with Chloe again to 'relax'." "You don't get it. The little mistress is hungry, and our boss needs to feed her." "Gotta hand it to her, Chloe is a knockout. That body..." "Of course. Last time, they went through a whole box in his office." I stood in silence. I glanced at the message Julian sent me this morning. [I'm flying out to handle a divorce case. Be good and wait for me at home, wifey.] What he doesn't know is that the client for this divorce case... Is me. 1 I left without making a sound and took a cab home. On the wall hung our wedding photo. In it, Julian looked at me with eyes full of deep, unwavering love. Next to my hand lay the video Chloe had sent me. In the video... Chloe's hands were tied to the headboard with a tie. Her tight skirt was pushed up to her waist. Julian, usually so cold and composed, was red-eyed with lust. He was panting heavily as he sent the woman beneath him to the clouds. I watched for a second. Then I turned off the screen. The floor-to-ceiling window reflected my current state. Mascara running down my face, makeup ruined. I looked pathetic. My hands trembling, I logged into my alt account and messaged Julian. [My husband is cheating on me with his mistress right now. What should I do?] An hour later, he replied. [Save all evidence of your husband's infidelity and send it to me.] [Okay. I'll organize it and send it to you in a few days.] Using my alt account, I formally hired Julian. To help me win this divorce lawsuit. Hubby. I hope you're satisfied with the evidence when you receive it. I didn't sleep a wink. The next morning, as dawn broke, I heard the roar of an engine and the hiss of tires downstairs. Julian crept upstairs carefully. He opened the bedroom door and froze when he saw my back. "Babe, why are you up so early?" I told the truth. "Insomnia." "What's wrong?" Julian's eyes filled with worry and panic. He strode over and pulled me into his arms. "Babe, are you upset because I haven't been spending enough time with you lately?" I nodded, playing along. Julian looked heartbroken. He cupped my face and coaxed me gently: "It's all my fault. I'll cancel all my work today. I'll stay right here with you." I looked up at him. He leaned in, his eyes dark with affection. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, I turned my head. I wiped a hickey on the back of his neck. "Julian, you're dirty." Julian's breath hitched for a second. Years of being in power had trained him to remain calm in any crisis. He smiled and patted my head. "I was in such a rush to come back to you, I didn't notice I got dirty. I'll go shower right now." I didn't respond. I got up to wash my face. Julian thought he had fooled me perfectly. He didn't know he was sweating with nervousness. In the bathroom, the water ran. Julian gripped his phone, whispering fiercely: "Didn't I say not to contact me? If my wife finds out, we're done." Chloe sobbed on the other end: "But I bought that lace dress you like. Don't you want to see it?" Julian didn't answer. He hung up. But his breathing grew heavy. He turned the cold water to the max. 2 After lunch, Julian enthusiastically dragged me to a street fair. The fair was bustling, filled with people, washing away some of my gloom. Julian held various snacks, coaxing me to eat more. We walked to a wishing wall covered in wooden plaques. Julian squeezed my hand. "Babe, want to hang one?" I shook my head to refuse. Suddenly, Julian's phone rang. It was Chloe's exclusive ringtone. He hung up in a panic, but she called again and again. I looked at him calmly. "Answer it." Julian answered, his face full of impatience. "Didn't I say I'm with my wife today? Don't call me unless it's urgent." I don't know what the other side said. Julian's breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes darkening with desire. He turned to me, his face full of guilt. "Sorry, babe. There's a really tricky case I need to handle." I nodded, suppressing the nausea churning in my stomach. "Work is important." I took a few deep breaths and clenched my fists. At the highest point of the wishing wall hung our plaque. I took it down, tracing the faded writing. [To grow old together, side by side — Sarah & Julian] Back then, Julian looked at me with such deep love and sincerity: "I wish to walk with you until our hair turns white. To never leave you, in life and death." I used to drown in those vows of eternal love. Now, I don't want these rusted promises or this rotten affection. Expressionless, I threw the plaque into the trash can and walked away. Chloe sent me a message. [He said he was thirsty and insisted on drinking from me. It tickles so much.] [Sister, I spilled red wine on myself, and he got drunk eating it off me. You won't be mad, right?] In the video she sent, Julian was greedily sucking the wine off Chloe's body. From top to bottom, exploring every secret. I didn't reply. I just saved the evidence. When he came back, I was curled up on the sofa reading a book. Julian came up behind me and kissed behind my ear. A gesture I used to love now reminded me of him licking Chloe's body today. I trembled with disgust and retched. Julian looked anxious for a moment, then suddenly delighted. "Babe, what's wrong? Are you..." I cut him off. "I'm fine." Julian lowered his head guiltily. "It's my fault for being busy today. I didn't keep you company properly. I'll make it up to you tomorrow." He brought out bags of gifts from behind his back—handbags and jewelry I liked. Every time he did something wrong, he used this method to compensate. I smiled silently and tossed the gifts into a corner. Julian made me honey water and went to the kitchen to cut fruit. I picked up my book to read, but the doorbell rang. I opened the door. The visitor was wrapped up tight, holding a gift box. It was Chloe. 3 "Sister Sarah, the boss asked me to prepare this gift for you. He forgot it at my place." Chloe handed me the box. Inside was a silk scarf—the same one Julian used to tie her hands today. Hearing the noise, Julian came out of the kitchen. Seeing Chloe, his face went pale. He strode over, blocking the space between Chloe and me. "What are you doing here?" Chloe opened her coat, revealing the lace hem of her dress on her thigh. "Boss, I'm here to deliver the gift." Julian's eyes fell on the box. He looked at me in panic. Seeing no anger on my face, he secretly sighed in relief. Julian pushed Chloe's arm. "You delivered it. You can go now." Chloe didn't linger. She gave me a provocative look and left cheerfully. But I knew it wasn't over. Because Julian started unbuttoning his shirt, his Adam's apple bobbing—a sign he couldn't hold back. I suppressed my nausea and went to my room. A moment later, Julian followed with a glass of hot milk. "Babe, drink this and sleep early." I didn't refuse. I drank it all in front of him. After he left, I ran to the bathroom and stuck my finger down my throat. I vomited everything up. Julian... drugged me. About an hour later, the bed dipped beside me. Julian carried Chloe in. Chloe's moans filled the room, accompanied by the sound of tearing clothes. "You're so bad, taking advantage of me right in front of your wife..." "You little demon, you're asking for it." "Aren't you afraid she'll wake up?" "I put sleeping pills in her milk. She won't wake up..." I gripped the sheets, tears soaking my pillow. They were doing this right next to me, so brazenly. When they moved, Chloe's hair brushed against my cheek. "Brother, you're a machine." Julian carried Chloe from the bed to the balcony. For two full hours. Even when Chloe begged for mercy, he didn't stop. She asked softly, "Brother, who's better? Your wife or me?" Julian thrust hard, shattering her voice. "You think you can compare to my wife? You're not worth a single strand of her hair..." "If she wasn't afraid of pain, do you think I'd touch you?" Julian was always gentle with me. I rarely saw this wild, beastly side of him. Like a monster breaking its seal, eager to tear its prey apart and swallow it whole. In the darkness, I quietly took out my phone and recorded a video. Finally, Julian grabbed his clothes with one hand and carried the naked Chloe out with the other. I opened my eyes, letting the tears flow freely. This would be the last time I ever cried for Julian Sterling. 4 When I woke up, Julian was pruning roses in the garden. A whole field of roses, planted just for me. He never let anyone else touch things I liked. He tended to this garden meticulously. He said, "Loving someone is like raising a flower. Sarah, you are my rose." Back then, I truly thought I was the happiest woman in the world. But flowers wither, and love fades. Nothing is eternal. I leaned against the door, watching him quietly. Sensing my gaze, Julian stood up smiling, wiped his hands, and walked over to hold my waist. Close enough to hear him breathe. His eyes were full of me. He kissed my forehead. Reverent and gentle. "Babe's awake. I'll go make breakfast." Watching Julian busy in the kitchen, I felt dazed. When we first got together, he couldn't cook. But I was a picky eater. To help me gain weight, he studied cookbooks and even got a nutritionist license. I remembered him with soot on his face, trying to bake for me. I chuckled softly. Julian looked back at me, his eyes full of love. I looked away. My phone vibrated. I picked up. A clear, pleasant male voice spoke. "Sarah, we're ready here. When are you coming? We're all waiting for you." I thought for a moment. "Tomorrow." "Tomorrow what?" Julian came out of the kitchen, puzzled. I hung up, smiling faintly. "Tomorrow, I have a surprise for you." Julian's eyes lit up. He grinned like a child. "Really? You're too good to me, wifey." He tried to kiss me. I dodged smoothly. "Go cook. Don't be silly." After eating, Julian washed the dishes and negotiated with me. "Babe, there's a case at the firm today. I have to go." I didn't speak. I just straightened his tie. "Go." Julian was worried, looking back at me repeatedly. I forced a smile. The door closed. The smile vanished instantly. I knew Julian wouldn't be back today. It was his dating anniversary with Chloe. Yesterday, he brought back fewer gifts than usual. I went to the bedroom and started packing. Dragging my suitcase, I placed a divorce agreement on the living room sofa. I used to think I would scream and smash everything, making everyone miserable. Now I knew, I didn't care. I just wanted to leave silently. I didn't even want to say a word to start a conflict. At the airport, my phone rang. Chloe sent me a picture of the necklace Julian gave her. [He said as long as I like it, he'll bring the best things in the world to me.] I switched to my alt account and opened the chat with Julian. [Lawyer Sterling, the mistress is showing off the gifts my husband gave her. What should I do?] [I will help you recover all joint marital property.] I packed all the evidence of his cheating and Chloe's taunts into a file and sent it to him. [Lawyer Sterling, I'm counting on you for the divorce.] Confirming the file was received, I blocked him immediately. Then I pulled out the SIM card and threw it away. As the plane took off, my heart finally settled.
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