Seven Years of Marriage, One Night of Betrayal Novel – Seven years into my marriage, I cheated. It happened the day after catching his wife in bed with her himbo assistant. Furious, I confronted her. But she just looked at me calmly, completely unfazed. “Lucian, don’t forget our agreement. This marriage is mutually beneficial. As for our personal lives, we agreed not to interfere with each other.” “You crossed the line.” “If you think it’s unfair, go find someone else.” The air froze.
For a long time, my eyes brimmed with bloodshot red as I rasped, “You’re really okay with me going out and finding someone else?” “Suit yourself.” Two light words, yet they struck like a thunderbolt. Seven years of marriage had turned into nothing more than a joke. “father, I’ve decided to go back to Asteria City.” I called my father. All these years, I walked away from being Wade’s golden boy—Asteria City’s richest heir—just to scrape by with Serena in Helios. Left my name, my family, everything. Now that everything had become clear, staying here meant nothing to me anymore. “You’re going back to Asteria City? What about Serena?” My father sounded surprised.
“I’m divorcing her.” There was a long silence on the other end before he finally let out a heavy sigh. “If that’s your decision, then come home, son.” When I returned, the moment I opened the door, I saw Serena. “Where have you been? Why are you back so late?” Seeing me frozen there without moving or saying a word, she came towards me. “The overseas project went well, so I came back early.” I was surprised. This was the first time Serena had ever taken the initiative to explain her schedule. Back in the day, even asking about her work would’ve earned me that icy glare, like I’d just committed some unforgivable sin.
“Lucian, I have my own work. I have my own life.” “We may be married, but I’m not your caged songbird.” And every time, I would apologize right away and promise never to interfere with her again. But now, even though she finally offered an explanation, I didn’t feel the slightest joy. Instead, I found it pathetically amusing. A business trip abroad? Just earlier, her himbo assistant had sent me a photo. “I casually mentioned wanting to see the Northern Lights, and Serena brought me to Iceland.” In the photo, they were passionately kissing in front of a glacier, embracing tightly under the aurora.
“This is your schedule. You don’t need to explain it to me.” “I’m a bit tired today. I’d like to rest early.” I replied flatly, turned, and was about to head to the bedroom when she grabbed my wrist. “Lucian, I brought you a gift.” She handed me a beautifully wrapped box. Over the years, this had become a silent tradition between us—whenever one of us traveled, we’d bring back a gift for the other. I opened the box to find a glittering diamond cufflink. Just one. It was expensive, but incomplete. Noticing my slight frown, Serena leaned in for a look.
“Must’ve been the sales clerk’s mistake,” she said, coughing lightly, clearly guilty. “I’ll get you a new pair next time.” Even she knew how poor the excuse was. But I no longer cared enough to question her. “It’s fine. Thanks for the gift.” Expressionless, I took the box and went straight into the bedroom. After packing my things, I picked up my phone—and saw Ellis, Serena’s assistant, had just posted on Instagram: “Anything I want, you’ll give it to me.” In the photo was the exact same cufflink—my missing one. Serena had not only liked the post but commented with a heart emoji.
Even though I already knew everything. Even though I had already made up my mind to leave. Seeing my wife flirt so openly with another man still made my heart feel like it was being crushed by an invisible fist.