After My Husband's Affair, I Chose Divorce

On the day of my check-up, I discovered a hidden photo album on my husband's phone. Opening it, I was shocked to find countless intimate photos of him with another woman.

Clutching the phone tightly, I confronted him.

He remained silent for what felt like an eternity before retreating to the bathroom. After smoking three cigarettes, he finally confessed, "When I was a child, I accidentally hurt her, causing her to lose her sight. She's the one person I can never repay, and that's why."

Seeing as I was three months pregnant, I decided not to push further, choosing instead to forgive him and pretend everything was fine as we carried on with my examination.

When we reached the part I dreaded most—having my blood drawn—his orderly called out, "Major General, Miss Olson heard about your wife's pregnancy, and she's beside herself, insisting on seeing you!"

Hearing those words, Phoenix's grip on me slackened immediately. Without a second thought, he turned and left, not once looking back.

I placed my hand over my stomach, swallowing my bitterness as I called after him, "Phoenix, if you really walk away now, I'll end this pregnancy. So think carefully..."

He hesitated briefly, but then his figure disappeared into the crowd.

...

My heart plunged into an icy abyss. The past eight years replayed in my mind—unplanned business trips on our anniversaries, mysterious nights he didn’t come home, his volunteering every week despite his tight schedule. All these clues I had willfully ignored in the name of love.

Now, with the truth plainly before me, any remaining trust in him disintegrated completely.

Darwin Matthews, our driver, noticed my pale appearance and spoke softly, "Adaline, Miss Olson lost her sight shortly after her brother's accident, so it's understandable that Major General is concerned for her. But over the years, he's only regarded her as a sister. Try not to overthink it..."

Darwin had been Phoenix's driver for ten years and was like family to him. Yet, in all our years together, he never once mentioned Juliette Olson to me. Now, he couldn’t even meet my gaze.

If Phoenix only saw Juliette as a sister, why hadn't he ever introduced her to me?

The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached.

Just then, my parents called. "Sweetheart, how's everything going? Is the baby healthy?"

"Come over for dinner later. We've prepared all your and Phoenix's favorite dishes."

Not wanting to worry them, I took a deep breath to steady my voice. "We're still waiting for the test results. I'm not sure how long it’ll take. He... has something he needs to do tonight, so we won't be able to make it for dinner."

They reminded me of a few things, and I pretended everything was normal as I agreed.

But after hanging up, an oppressive weight settled over my chest.

Since I became pregnant, Phoenix had promised countless times that he would stand by me and our baby forever. Yet today, he had