My Husband of Eight Years Went Public with Another Woman

Jonas was livid. “I told her, this is just an act! We’ll announce our breakup in a year. What else does she want?”

“But I think this time…”

Jonas suddenly flipped out, his expression contorted with disgust. “‘I spoiled her by giving in too much. Fine, she can come back if and when she likes. I’m not going after her.”

My outstation trip went well. After touching down back home, I returned to the company’s employee dorms.

I took a month off, but not so I could serve him. I had a very important thing to do.

Another month later, Jonas finally lost patience and called me. He snorted coldly. “A friend said you’re back in town. Why aren’t you coming home?”

“I’ve been too busy with work lately, so I’m staying at the dorms.”

He demanded, “Then what about me? Aren’t you going to take care of me anymore?”

I laughed indignantly. “You’re not a kid, so why do you need me to take care of you? What, do you need me to change your diaper?”

Jonas paused in surprise. “What’s the matter, Jeanine? Are you mad?”

“No.”

“We’ve been fighting for so long. Stop throwing a tantrum already! I called you first, so what else do you want?”

I was tired, so I said flippantly, “I’m not mad. I know you’re doing this for your career.”

Jonas heaved a sigh of relief. “Then come home now. I haven’t eaten yet.”

I said calmly, “I’m not going back. I have too many projects on hand right now.”

Jonas was clearly stunned. “How can your work be more important than your husband?”

“Don’t make a fuss.”

He instantly lost his temper. “Who’s the one making a fuss here? You won’t come back, clean the house, or take care of your husband! Are you asking for a divorce?”

“So what if I am? I’m your wife, Jonas, not your maid. You keep asking me to take care of you. Shall I send you to a daycare so you can have mothers fawning over you 24/7?”

“Fine then, have it your way! If you really insist, we can get a divorce!” Jonas hung up in a huff.

It was not that he did not care. He just thought he could make me bend.

After all, I used to give in to him no matter what. My life centered around him, so he assumed I could no longer live without him.

…

One day, I finally managed to leave the office on time. To my surprise, he was waiting for me at the door.

I walked to his car slowly and reluctantly. “What’s the matter? Not scared the press will catch us anymore?”

He gestured at me to get into the car. “I know why you’re mad now. I forgot to celebrate your birthday, right? I’ll make it up to you now.”

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, my expression distant. “There’s no need. It’s no big deal.”

He was surprised. “I thought you cared a lot about these things. A few years back, I was too busy to celebrate with you, and you made a huge fuss about it.

“Alright, stop being stubborn, and I’ll make it up to you now.”

So he did know that I cared about my birthday. Still, that was because in the past, my birthday was the only time I could feel he was my husband, and not a celebrity who only cared about his fans and reputation.

I got into the car without a word.

We soon arrived at a popular Italian restaurant. Jonas went all out, giving me some of my favorite pink roses and preparing to play a song on the piano for me.

Before he could play a single note, however, his phone rang.

“It went missing? Did you search every corner of your house?

“I’m too busy to go over right now.

“What? It’s been gone for a day? Okay, don’t cry, I’ll be right there.”

He ended the call and looked at me guiltily. “Celine’s cat went missing, and she’s really upset. Can I go to her?”

I did not reply, my expression cold.

Jonas frowned. “What is the meaning of this, Jeanine? Are you going to throw a tantrum over something this important too?”