Love Story8–Chapter 1
After the livestream ended, Glen came home.
He looked exceptionally pleased, as though he had accomplished something important.
Seeing the spotless floor, Glen hugged me from behind.
He gently nibbled my ear.
“My Honey is so diligent.”
His intimacy was just like usual.
If it weren’t for the one million coin balance on the account, I might have thought the afternoon’s livestream was just a figment of my imagination.
A strange emotion swelled up inside me, and I abruptly pushed him away.
In the next moment, Glen pouted in grievance.
Did I do something wrong? I can change, I promise.”
“Look, I even bought you a luxury necklace today.”
Looking at the jewelry box in his hand, a coldness spread through my heart.
This was the prize I had set up in my livestream earlier. The prize pack that had some small trinkets
It was a thoughtful gesture, but the gifts were cheap and unimportant.
The necklace he held in his hand was something I had bought online for just ten dollars.
I realized with a start, the gifts he had given me over the years were most likely all cheap street merchandise or promotional items.
Every time he handed them to me, he’d say they were high–end luxury pieces.
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T’had never suspected him before. I had been with him for six years, and this was all I had received.
But when I was still a top lawyer, I always wore luxury brands and never skimped on myself.
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Now, I deeply doubted whether hiding my identity and becoming a houseHoney was the right choice.
Over the six.
he never missed giving me a red envelope for holidays, always big ones.
But each time, he would write a note, “Not a voluntary gift.”
He’d always brushed it off, claiming it was a joke.
What he didn’t know was that I, as a top lawyer, knew the law better than anyone. A transfer with that note could be reclaimed after a divorce.
Seeing me silent, Glen moved to put the necklace on me.
I frowned, preparing to reject it with disdain.
But before I could respond, his phone suddenly flashed.
When he saw the message, he quickly let go of me.
Then, after a guilty glance at me, he hurriedly opened a dual app and switched to his whatsapp secondary account.
A few days ago, I accidentally saw his whatsapp.
The chat log was full of inappropriate messages.
“Boy, I’ll see you at the bar today for 520~”
“Boy, I bought you the hollow lace panties you like.”
This was a whatsapp account I had never seen before, and Glen had panicked back then, saying it was someone else’s account that he was borrowing.
I didn’t know what he had seen just now.
Then, his phone rang.
He acted as if he had answered it.
He apologized to me with a string of excuses and kissed my forehead.
Honey, there’s an issue with a work project. I need to go solve it. Don’t wait for me tonight.”
After speaking, he hurried out the door.
But just now, I clearly saw the phone screen showing the alarm interface.
It was laughable–he had answered an “alarm.”
For the next several days, I didn’t see Glen at all.
But his daily updates kept coming in.
Then, one day, a former colleague of mine sent me a message.
As someone who was famously devoted to his Honey, they had of course seen Glen before.
“Sue, I was at a bar tonight, and I think I saw your husband. He was surrounded by women, I’m not sure if I recognized him correctly.”
They even sent me the exact location.
I narrowed my eyes.
Without saying a word, I took a cab to the spot.
Following the directions, I arrived at the private room.
Through the crack in the door, I saw Helen lying on Glen’s body, her body twisting in a seductive
manner.
The colorful lights, the swaying glasses, everyone was flushed with excitement.
One of his friends sighed, then asked Glen in confusion, “Bro, Helen has been with you for so long. When are you going to divorce that old witch at home and give Helen a proper title?”
At these words, Glen looked hazy and scoffed.