Chapter 3My Pop Star Wife Cheated with a Trainee, I Ruined Them

It was my mother.

"Alex, your father was admitted to the hospital again this morning. His old issues."

"Your sister is filming in the mountains and I can't reach her. The doctors have scheduled surgery for this afternoon. Can you and Rora come?"

My father's health had been declining for years. Hospital visits for his high blood pressure were common. My mother only ever called us when it was serious.

"Don't worry, Mom," I said instantly. "We'll be right there."

I gave instructions to my secretary as I texted Rora.

[Rora, where are you?]

[Dad is having surgery this afternoon. I don't want Mom to be alone. I'll pick you up and we can go together.]

She replied almost immediately.

[Alex, please tell Mom and Dad I'm so sorry. I have to re-record a part for a song I did last month. The producer is on a tight deadline. I can't get away.]

Her tone was apologetic. She added another message.

[I'll try to be as quick as I can. The second I'm done, I'll head straight to the hospital.]

I knew how much her career meant to her, so I replied with an understanding "Okay."

My mother and I sat in the waiting room while my father was in surgery.

Suddenly, she pointed to a figure across the corridor. "Alex," she said, uncertainly, "does that look like Rora to you?"

I frowned and followed her gaze.

It was Rora.

Even from the back, I recognized the custom-made dress I had helped her pick out just two days before.

She and Kai were pushing a woman in a wheelchair. The woman was holding Rora's hand, laughing and chatting happily.

I forced down a surge of rage and changed the subject with a smile. "Mom, you're mistaken. Rora just texted me. She's out of town. There's no way she could be here."

My mother nodded, accepting my explanation.

My father came out of surgery safely. Once I had them both settled in his room, I drove home, my foot heavy on the accelerator.

On the way, I sent Rora a text.

"Rora. Be home in thirty minutes. I want to see you there."

Her call came almost instantly.

"Alex, don't be ridiculous. I'm not done with the recording. How could I possibly fly back..."

"The same way you flew to the hospital is how you're going to fly home!"

My voice was glacial, leaving no room for argument.

Rora paused, then stammered an excuse. "Kai's mother twisted her ankle this morning walking her dog. I... I had a car, so I just..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses."

I cut her off.

"Thirty minutes. I want to see you at home."

To my shock, she refused without a moment's hesitation.

"Alex, not this time. Kai can't leave his mother, and I still need to get them dinner."

"I know Dad's out of surgery and he's safe. I promise I'll go and apologize to him properly tomorrow."

I took a deep, steadying breath.

"Rora, if you are choosing an outsider over—"

Before I could finish, the line went dead.

I called back immediately, only to be met with the cold, robotic voice of her voicemail.

My hands were shaking with rage. It took every ounce of my self-control not to smash the phone against the car window.

Late that night, my secretary sent me a screenshot of Kai's social media.

[Outsiders, please don't disturb~ My girl had to turn off her phone just to protect our happy little family time!]

The picture was of Rora's back as she unpacked containers of food from a thermal bag by a hospital bed.

Rora, who hated the smell of cooking so much that we never used our own kitchen, was now personally serving a meal for someone else.

My anger burned so hot it turned to ice.

I called my secretary, my voice eerily calm.

"Cancel all of Rora's upcoming engagements that the company secured for her. And pull all funding for her team."

Then, I saved the screenshot from Kai's post and logged into my company's official social media account.

[Help. My wife blew off her father-in-law's surgery to cook for her boy toy, then blocked me. How would you handle this?]

The post was like a drop of water in a vat of boiling oil.

[Wait, if I remember correctly, isn't this Alexander the guy Rora just officially announced she was married to? So the one cheating is...]

[I knew something was off at that show. A star of her level wouldn't be fawning over some no-name trainee unless there was something in it for her.]

[Has his account been hacked? We need an official statement! Our queen would never be that kind of woman!]

Within a minute of posting, the comments and shares exploded exponentially. My own inbox was a war zone. Friends, family, business rivals—everyone was messaging me.

Just as my notifications hit 99+, Rora's calls started coming in, one after another.

I looked at the name "Honey" flashing on the screen, declined the call, and blocked her number.