After Beckett Blackwood Rescued His Beloved Intern Girlfriend From a Fire

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My family and Beckett Blackwood's were neighbors. We'd played together since kindergarten—childhood sweethearts with a deep bond.

It felt natural when Beckett Blackwood proposed right after college graduation. We entered married life with everyone's blessings.

After we got married, Beckett Blackwood had me stay home. He said he couldn't bear to see me work so hard and that he would earn enough money to make me the most beautiful woman.

When both our families started pressuring us to have kids, Beckett Blackwood said he wanted to wait until his career was more stable. I agreed.

After that, Beckett Blackwood's business did grow bigger and bigger. He even hired a housekeeper so I wouldn't have to toil with chores and supported me in learning anything I was interested in.

Among our old classmates, we were always seen as the enviable, picture-perfect couple, and Beckett Blackwood had always been a devoted and wonderful husband.

Back then, I naively believed that Beckett Blackwood and I would be like my parents, living a life full of love and happiness forever.

Three years into our marriage, Beckett Blackwood came home late and drunk for the first time. I found a lipstick stain on his shirt and the overwhelming scent of perfume all over him.

When Beckett Blackwood woke up, we had a huge fight. With tears in my eyes, I demanded to know how he could dare to cheat on me so soon after we got married.

Beckett Blackwood patiently soothed me, explaining it was a work dinner. He said his secretary had too much to drink on his behalf and accidentally brushed against him, and that it wasn't what I was thinking.

Seeing how sincere he looked, I believed him.

'I was so confident. How could some random outsider possibly change the bond Beckett Blackwood and I have had since we were kids?'

I trusted Beckett Blackwood with all my heart, but a woman's intuition still left me feeling uneasy. I started pressuring him to have a child, but he always refused, using his unstable career as an excuse.

I had a gut feeling that something was wrong with our marriage. Without telling Beckett Blackwood, I packed a lunch and went to his company to see him.

When I reached his office and pushed the door open, I saw Beckett Blackwood wrapped in a passionate kiss with another woman.

She was a sweet-looking girl with a youthful face, and she fled in a panic the moment she saw me. Guilt was written all over Beckett Blackwood's face. He immediately rushed over to hold me back, stopping me from going after the girl to settle the score.

I slapped Beckett Blackwood across the face. My whole body went cold, as if I'd been plunged into an ice cave. Trembling, I pointed a finger at him. "Beckett Blackwood, is this what you promised me?"

Tears blurred my vision. I bit down hard, feeling a pain so sharp it felt like it was piercing my heart and bones.

Beckett Blackwood just kept telling me, over and over again, that it was all a misunderstanding. He claimed the girl was interested in him and had suddenly kissed him, and he never expected me to walk in on them.

Listening to his clumsy lies, all I could do was laugh bitterly. I said coldly, "If that's the case, then fire her."