My Husband Cheated So I Stopped Loving Him Novel – Three years into my marriage, I took a young lover of my own. I also stopped tearing myself apart over my husband’s infidelity. Take tonight, for instance, finding a pair of torn stockings in the passenger seat. My husband glanced over, a casual smirk playing on his lips. “Young girls. They like it rough. Don’t take it personally.” This time, I didn’t scream. I didn’t break down. I simply nodded, as if it made perfect sense. His expression darkened.
Then he slammed on the brakes. *** [Don’t come over tonight. Ryan Mitchell’s back.] Sean Foster replied me a crying emoji instantl. I almost laughed, then looked up to meet Ryan’s stormy expression, finally noticing the suffocating silence in the car. I put my phone away, my tone cool. “What?” “You seem… different.” I froze. This wasn’t the first time that girl had provoked me. Last time, it was a pair of panties stuffed in the pocket of Ryan’s suit jacket.
Back then, I’d smashed the room to pieces, screaming and crying at Ryan like a madwoman. All I got in return was his icy remark, “Can you act normal?” Now, I’d finally achieved what Ryan wanted, facing my husband’s affairs with calm detachment. I smiled. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” For some reason, Ryan’s expression turned cold, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Chloe’s young, but she’s… creative in bed. Quite fun.” “You should really learn from her, honey. Don’t be so boring all the time.” He raised an eyebrow, smiling at me. “Maybe then I’d stick around home a few more days.” “Don’t bother.” I leaned against the window and closed my eyes. Ryan hadn’t been home for a full month. He’d taken Chloe Bennett on a honeymoon to the Maldives.
He made a huge spectacle of it, posting one photo after another on Instagram. Turning me into the biggest joke in our circle. Now, he stood at the bedroom door, frowning at the completely transformed room. The bedding set was all new. The wedding portrait that used to sit on the nightstand was gone. No trace of him remained. “Where’s my stuff?” “Thrown out.” Ryan whirled around. “What do you mean?” He stared at me, then suddenly smiled again, his tone softening. “Honey, I know I went too far this time.
Are you mad?” “Come on, I’m back for you now, aren’t I?” “I even bought you a gift.” He placed a gift bag on the coffee table and headed into the bathroom. He came out drying his hair, his tone unreadable. “Why’s my usual body wash gone too?” I was confused for a moment before remembering, Sean had changed it. The kid said he didn’t like the old scent, so he’d swapped it for an orange blossom fragrance.
The familiar scent drifted closer as Ryan hugged me from behind, deliberately nuzzling my neck. “Honey, I missed you…” My heart slammed against my ribs. The mark Sean had left just below my collarbone was still there, a faint bloom against my skin. A few inches lower, and Ryan would have seen it. I twisted out of his grasp and shoved him back, hard. “I’m not Chloe. If that’s what you’re looking for, go find her.” Ryan staggered back a few steps before steadying himself, his face ashen, words gritted out between his teeth. “Are you done yet?” “So I took her on a trip? Haven’t I taken you before? Is it that big a deal?” I looked at him, my voice chillingly calm. “Yes. Ryan Mitchell, I think you’re filthy.” The veins on Ryan’s hands bulged. He snatched his jacket from the couch with force. “You’ve got some nerve! Don’t come crawling back to me later!” The door slammed shut with a series of bangs.
I walked to the coffee table and saw the gift bag. It suddenly hit me, today was supposed to be our fifth wedding anniversary. I opened the box. Inside was a bag I’d posted about on social media a few days ago. One of only five in the world. I gave a wry smile. He really went through the trouble. On a honeymoon with his mistress, yet still remembering to placate me. My phone buzzed with a message, a picture from Chloe Bennett. She was disheveled, Ryan leaning against her chest. “What’s wrong, Mrs. Mitchell? I handed you an opportunity and you still dropped the ball.” “I specifically told Ryan to go home and check on you.”