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Longing for the Unreachable

Despite a six-year age gap, the protagonist believed her marriage to Bernard Jackman was a fairy tale until a devastating message on his phone exposed his double life. While Bernard continues to perform the role of a devoted husband, he secretly mocks his wife's age to his lover. Refusing to tolerate his infidelity or his insults, she decides to tear off his mask and reclaim her dignity. She realizes that she no longer wants a filthy man and sets out to prove she can thrive alone.
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Chapter 2

After a while, Bernard walked out of the bathroom, toweling his hair. He took one look at my face and frowned. "Honey, you don't like the cake?"

I hesitated, nodded, then shook my head.

He looked confused and pulled me into his arms.

Just before he leaned in to kiss me, I blurted, "I'm on my period. I'm not feeling great."

He froze, disappointment flashing in his eyes.

I picked up my tablet and pretended to read, counting beats in my head.

Ten minutes later, he grabbed his phone and put on a helpless look. "Honey, something came up at the office. I've got to run back."

I smiled like it didn't sting. "Go. Drive safe."

Lately, every time I said I wasn't up for anything, Bernard suddenly had somewhere to be. I'd never questioned it. Now, I felt stupid for not seeing it sooner.

The door clicked shut. The next second, I grabbed my keys and followed.

Ten minutes later, his car stopped in front of a villa.

A woman in a maid's costume skipped down the steps to meet him. They didn't even make it inside before they were kissing each other.

My stomach turned. I lifted my phone and took a series of photos.

On the way home, the tears finally came.

We'd met at a friend's party. He went out of his way to win me over.

Everyone said the age gap meant he was just playing. I thought so too at first, but he kept showing up, proving his love to me again and again.

I mentioned I liked fresh chicken soup, and he went to learn it from a chef.

I said my stomach hurt sometimes, and he brewed hot cocoa and stocked a heating pad.

When I worked late, he brought me sliders and fries and waited in the lobby.

I once sighed that Westmere Coast looked beautiful in the travel magazines, and he cleared his calendar and took me there for a long weekend.

When I had a fever, he sat by my bed all night.

To give me peace of mind, he blocked women who flirted with him.

I said I admired men who built a career, and he threw himself into work until everyone called him a rising star.

Later, he spent a fortune flying drones that lit up the skyline and asked me to marry him under a burst of custom fireworks, swearing forever.

I believed him. I let down every guard and said yes.

Time passed, and I never imagined he'd change his mind and find someone new.

Had Bernard changed, or had I never really known him?

Sitting in my car, I suddenly got a call from Bernard. I picked up, but there was only silence on the other end.

I thought he might have called me by accident. I was about to hang up when a familiar voice came through.

"Last night wasn't enough for you? You just can't get enough, can you?" A woman's playful whine followed. "I hate thinking about you going back to that boring old woman. I don't want to share."

Kisses and breathless moans spilled through the line.

Bernard said hoarsely, "Take good care of me now, and I'll stay the night."

They tried a lot of things. I stared at the windshield, stunned.

Thankfully, the moment I heard his voice, I hit the record button. Let the clever little "maid" think she could taunt me with a pocket dial. I already had everything I needed.