I Decided to Let My Husband Be with His Lover and Chose Divorce, But He Begged Me in Tears Not to Leave
After losing control while drunk, I slept with the boy next door.
He’s an extremely responsible person, so he proposed to me after sobering up.
It wasn’t until later that I found out his most beloved woman had left the country that
night.
So I hid my deep feelings and became his obedient and virtuous wife in name only in this
wealthy family.
On countless quiet nights, we were incredibly in sync, yet kept our distance.
My friends all said I would never be able to IGronaeave him, and I thought so too.
Until one day, when I discovered his second phone.
While he was in the shower, a girl sent a selfie of herself.
“Mr. Brown, thank you for the birthday gift.”
She was a very young girl with delicate features.
But she was wearing expensive clothes that didn’t match her age, so she looked a bit
uncomfortable.
I stared at it for a long time, until my eyes stung.
I had always known there was someone in Arlo’s life, but I never imagined it would be a girl like this.
Beyond my heartache, I was also surprised by my husband’s preferences.
I thought to myself, I’m sorry for discovering Arlo’s secret.
A moment later, Arlo came out with steam rising from his body.
“How long are you going to look at that?”
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He snatched the phone from my hand, glanced at me, and started getting dressed.
There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment on his face at being caught by his wife.
I knew his confidence came from his control over the family finances.
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Because I was the one being kept at home, even though I used to be a well–known pianist in the country before we married.
I didn’t confront him about the photo. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
Seeing he was about to go out, I quickly spoke up.
“Arlo, I have something I want to talk to you about.”
He fastened his belt leisurely and looked at me.
“I have five minutes. The driver is waiting downstairs.”
I guessed where he was going and my eyes darkened.
“Arlo, I want to go out and work.”
Arlo turned to look at me, staring for a while.
Then he took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote down a number, tore it out and handed it to me.
“Isn’t it nice being a full–time housewife at home? Work isn’t suitable for you.”
He was about to leave after saying that. I chased after him, taking a very humble stance.
“I’m not afraid of hard work. I want to go out and work. I can play the piano.”
The man had no patience to listen further. In his mind, I was like a delicate vine.
Used to being taken care of, completely unsuited for working outside, and unable to endure hardship.
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Arlo looked at his watch. Time was
- up.
He left this home without any reluctance.
I couldn’t stop him, only managing to urgently ask as he gripped the doorknob.
“My dad’s birthday is on Saturday. Do you have time?”
Arlo paused.
“We’ll see.”
The door closed softly.
A moment later, the sound of a car starting came from downstairs, gradually fading into
the distance.
