Winter Rejects Spring

Your husband says only I can get him hard, you're boring like a dead log in bed. When his secretary Valerie sent me the first haunting text, I just received my positive Ivf test. That's when I knew, in our fiveyear marriage, Sean Sinclair had been cheating for two. He deserved an Oscar; years of playing the perfect husband and I never saw the lie. But if he could perform, so could I. I started planning my finale—an exit from Sean's world forever. After the. call, I didn't waste a breath. This one way ticket to France will take me away in exactly seven days. The TV was replaying the Sinclair Global Press Conference. A week ago, Sean unveiled a custom high jewelry masterpiece he had named the one of a kind piece after me, Adoring Autumn. The entire country was swooning over our fairy tale romance. Watching the news replay for the third time, I let out a bitter laugh. Once his love was real, coming from a broken home, but Sean had chased me relentlessly for five long years. He proposed to me 99 times until his fiery devotion finally shattered my walls. But listen, I will never tolerate betrayal. If you lie to me, I will vanish from your life forever. I never will. Now he has gifted me a twoyear web of lies. It is time to keep my promise. And you, my baby, will be a secret he never finds out.

Sean froze for a split. second. It's nothing. We finally closed that West Coast deal. My assistant just sent the good news. But there's a minor hiccup over there, Audi, I need to go downstairs and take a quick video call to sort it out. Give me half an hour, Audie, having you and Sinclair Global makes me the luckiest man alive. Half an hour later, he returned to the table, his suit jacket was off, the cuffs of his black shirt casually rolled up, he brought back a chill from the outside and the barely noticeable scent of cheap, sickeningly sweet perfume.

Early the next morning, Sean took me to that lakeside restaurant I always talk about. The elevator doors opened, countless pink balloons and a shower of rose petals surrounded us. I. 'm sorry I was late yesterday, but my true love deserves the very best way to make this right. Oh my God, Mr. Sinclair spoils his wife so much! Married for five years and still in the honeymoon phase. I'm so jealous. Standing in the middle of this perfectly staged romance, I felt completely numb I couldn't even fake a smile Once we sat down for lunch Sean's devotion faded. For the past five years, he had only smiled like that at me. What are you smiling at? Let me see.

An hour later, Sean walked through the door. I'm so sorry, Audie. I went to pick up the adoring autumn necklace. I'm so sorry I missed our anniversary dinner. Mẹ ơi! Valerie's masterpiece, isn't it? But Sean noticed nothing; he lovingly fastened the jewelry, his eyes filling with pure awe. Audie, you look gorgeous here. this is for you, what is it the anniversary gift for you? Open in a week.

I pushed his hand away, I didn't know where else they'd been No. I probably just ate something bad. That night, Sean stayed up all night taking care of me, but to me it was nothing but guilt. The next morning he left for work, I sorted out every gift he'd ever given me. Including Adoring Autumn. I made a call. "Hello, I'd like to sell a collection of jewelry, donate every cent to the Women's Legal Defense Fund for women trapped in marriages they can't escape. ". An hour later, everything was gone. I stared at the empty safe. Then pulled out a carry on and started packing halfway through Sean came home, rain soaked his clothes, he hadn't even brought an umbrella. Audi, why did you sold Adoring Autumn?

For the rest of the meal, Sean was incredibly attentive, but as my heavy silence stretched on, his composure finally began to crack. Auntie, did I do something wrong, are you mad at me? No, I was just thinking about a TV drama I watched today. What kind of show has my wife so captivated Tell me about it. The male lead used to love the female lead very much, he proposed countless times just to marry her, but then he fell for someone else and he kept it a secret from her the whole time, Sean, if you ever change your mind one day. absolutely not. Auntie, even if every man in the world betrayed his wife, I would never do that to you. Those words pierced what was left of my heart. He couldn't live without me, yet he still cheated. And during that brief half hour, he had to creep downstairs to meet his mistress. Right before he came back, another message from Valerie had popped up. Attached was a video. Thanks for lending him to me for half an hour. In it, his hand, still wearing our wedding ring, was squeezing her chest so hard it looked distorted. A wave of pure nausea hit me. I bent over and violently threw up. Audie. are you pregnant?

The necklace was priceless. The only way to track it down that quickly was through a top tier private jeweler. You went to the jeweler? Wanted to pick out something new for you. For me or Valerie, after yesterday he probably felt she deserved a reward. I didn't sell it. I donated it. Audie, I know you mean well, but not this one. I bought it back, Adoring Autumn is proof of my love for you, you should never take it off. Now I am an actress as perfect as him. Thank you.

Late at night, Sean's rich buddies kept calling, pushing him to join their party. Go ahead, Sean, I don't feel like going out tonight. okay, honey, get some rest, I'll be back soon. It was Sean's phone, forget it, I'll drop it off for him one last time. The chauffeur pulled up at an exclusive Manhattan club. The exact second I opened my door, a yellow cab slammed to a halt nearby. The door swung open. A girl stepped out in a micro skirt and heavy makeup. Valerie. Her face radiated pure lust. She strutted on skyhigh stilettos, navigating the VIP hallway with practiced ease. My grip tightened around Sean's phone until my knuckles turned white. I followed her in total silence. She breezed past the lounge corridors and pushed open the heavy double doors to Sean's private suite. Sean, I missed you so much. She threw her arms around his neck, melting into him like a spineless doll. And Sean, the man who swore no other woman could ever get near him, naturally locked his arm around her waist, cupped her chin, and crashed his lips onto hers right in front of the crowd. He is Mr. Perfect Husband, finally showing his true colors. These were the same people who praised our love story yesterday. Not one of them looked surprised. They smiled at Valerie, welcomed her, treated her like she was already queen of their circle. So everyone knew, everyone but me. The laughter inside echoed, but inside me everything went dead. I turned away, walking like a living corpse. The chauffeur rushed over, looking toward the club entrance. Ma'am, are you all right? I'll get Mr. Singlaire. Don't tell him I was here. Just go home. I want to walk. A torrential storm slammed the city, and I barely noticed. I don't know how long I walked—hours, maybe longer than that snowy night when I was 17, the night I sprained my ankle and Sean carried me all the way home. Funny how love works, but it didn't matter. Four days left, and I'll be free.