Wife Chooses Divorce After Betrayal

Seven years into our marriage, my husband, Salvador Gonzalez, was renowned in the astronomy community and affectionately known as a "devoted husband." He always maintained a respectful distance from those around him, exuding a certain aloofness.

When a new assistant asked for his contact number, he would respond with a cool refusal. The year he proposed to me, he named an asteroid "LAW," standing for "Salvador Loves Azalea." Every time he discovered a new asteroid, he'd give it a name with hidden meanings known only to us. To the outside world, they might have appeared as mere professional achievements, but to me, they were silent love letters.

That was until this morning when I came across a strange phone. Entering my initials unlocked it easily. Initially, I thought it was another quiet gesture of his affection, but to my shock, the phone revealed a string of explicit messages between him and another woman. The messages were from none other than his assistant.

I discreetly returned the phone to the inner pocket of his blazer. Just as I smoothed the fabric, he wandered over, eyes still sleepy, and wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Azalea, did you choose my outfit?” Seeing me nod, he smiled gently, warmth in his eyes. “Without you, I wouldn’t know what to wear.”

I forced a smile, though a profound sadness weighed on my heart. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the blazer in my hands; his eyes narrowed, and he immediately said, “Let’s skip that one today, hang it back up.”

I hesitated slightly, gave him a glance, then hung the blazer back in the closet. He exhaled subtly, seemingly relieved. Noticing my silence, he turned to me with concern, “What’s wrong? You look troubled.”

I shook my head gently, “It’s nothing, maybe I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“How about I skip the conference today?” His hand slid down, tenderly holding mine, “I’ll stay home with you, let you rest.”

“I… It’s okay, you should go.” I managed a small smile, concealing the turmoil in my eyes. He kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and reliant, “Azalea, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As he left, I couldn’t help but reflect on the past seven years. Salvador had always kept a certain distance, polite yet detached. Without the revelations from that phone, I would never have imagined this hidden side of him.

The messages replayed in my mind, each word piercing like a needle—“I’ll wear that red dress you like next time, just for you~,” “Your blazer looks great today, I can’t help but imagine what you look like without it,” “Professor, no slacking! Remember to think of me today!”

I clenched my fists, a mix of anger and sorrow welling up inside me. Just then, footsteps approached the door; I turned to see who it was.

“Why are you back?” I asked.

Salvador stood at the door, a smile in his eyes, “I