Dumped the Cheater, Chose My Admirer Novel – “Marquise Diamond Ring, $300,000.” My heart pounded as I saw a notification from the jewelry store Mattie Randolf, my husband, always visits—a receipt for a purchase made yesterday appeared in his email that was logged in on my computer. As the COO of FunVerse, of course, I held all our CEO’s data, especially since he was my own husband. But of all the pop-ups that appeared, this one had been bothering me since morning.
Birthdays, anniversaries, or other important dates were still far away, so why did he buy the ring I wanted all the time yesterday? As I clicked on the email, my breath hitched in my throat. The delivery address was not ours but Cameron Hayes. The sight of her name made my stomach churn with disgust. Cameron, a game streamer under FunVerse who had skyrocketed in popularity recently.
People worshipped her, calling her the “real-life Aphrodite” with her beautiful face, hourglass figure, and her sweet, flirtatious voice that melted every man’s heart. No one seemed to care about her gaming skills or techniques; they only watched her for the fantasy she provided. But to me, she was nothing more than a homewrecker, a woman who had been a parasite in my marriage for the past three years.
Three years ago, she had slithered into our lives, right when I was at my most vulnerable—pregnant with our first child after five years of waiting. I had heard whispers among the office staff before. “The new streamer is flirting with the CEO.” “She’s always hanging around Mr. Randolf’s office.” So, I confronted Mattie one evening, “The staff said there’s a new female streamer, and she’s flirting with you. Is that true?” Mattie barely glanced up from his phone, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah. But you know how it is.
Women flirt with me all the time.” I clenched my fists. “And you’re just letting her?” “She’s just being friendly,” he shrugged, finally looking at me. “Come on, Becca. You know how these things work. I’m the CEO. I sponsor dozens of female streamers. They throw themselves at me because they want to be the next big thing. Doesn’t mean I’m interested.” For years, I had endured the loneliness of being his wife, when Mattie seemed to take advantage of his Oligospermia condition and said that he would never impregnate another woman, especially since he always used protection.
That was why, how many times I confronted him, he always justified it, always had a reason, and forced myself to trust him. But that day, I finally wanted to give up. So, I asked in agony, tears filling my eyes, “What should I do to make you stop your bad habit, Matt?” Mattie smiled as he answered, as if he had waited for my question, “How about getting pregnant? The doctor said, even though I have a problem, the pregnancy rate is still high.
But why aren’t you pregnant yet? “It seems like there’s a problem with you or you deliberately don’t want to get pregnant because you’re too focused on your career.” The accusation hit me like a slap. How dare he? It did not mean I never tried, but it was really impossible for us to do it the natural way. So that day, we agreed to register for the IVF program under the promise that he would never entertain any other woman anymore, and I promised myself I would do whatever it took to make him see me again.