Last Winter, You Gave My Love Away
On the day of the company's annual gala, my CEO husband suddenly assigned me an unexpected business trip.
The plane had barely touched down when I received a call from his young assistant. Before I could utter a word, her voice came through, "Matty, did you send Daphne on that business trip just so we could spend more time together?"
And then, as if to hammer the nail deeper into my heart, I heard his unmistakable tone—light, indulgent, full of affection, "What do you think, silly girl?"
Her laughter rang out before she teased, "Then tonight, let's try something new. I promise you'll be satisfied..."
The call ended amidst a swirl of suggestive murmurs.
Staring at my phone, I waged a silent war with the pain gripping my chest. Again and again, I dialed his number, each attempt met with either silence or the cruel finality of his phone being switched off.
Finally, I let out a bitter laugh, tucking the phone away as if to bury the wound it carried. From that moment on, I resolved—no more questions, no more efforts to understand this man who had once been my whole world.
But fate has its own irony. Later, it was he who came back, pleading, begging me to love him again.
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