Chapter 2I Returned to Surprise My Husband, Only to See Him Kissing Another Woman

I came home in a daze.

I knew that woman. She was Stella Edwards, the new secretary Herbert Foster had hired.

Everything I saw outside that box seemed to be etched in my mind and lingered there for a long time.

Those hurtful words kept echoing in my head and reminded me that Herbert, the man who I thought loved me with all his heart and soul, had truly betrayed me.

I took out my phone and initiated a video call to Herbert, but he hung up on me in a flash.

Almost immediately, several messages popped up on my screen.

[What's up, babe? I'm in the middle of a meeting.]

[Sorry, I can't answer your call right now, babe.]

[Are you missing me? I miss you, too, honey. I'll wrap up this meeting soon, and we can have a video chat then. Love you.]

If I hadn't seen him locking lips with another woman with my own eyes, I might have fallen for his sweet-talking lies.

I sent him a voice message, telling him that I had come home early.

Herbert quickly replied: [Why'd you come home early, honey? I'll be home right away.]

I didn't bother replying to him. Instead, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the night view of Rivrt.

Yesterday, while I was at a fashion show overseas, my assistant, Tiffany Reed, told me that Herbert had specifically told her to buy every single piece of clothing that caught my eye.

Tiffany had laid it on thick, trying to speak up for Herbert. "Ms. Brown, Mr. Foster loves you so much. He wants to bring all the good things in the world to you."

She was right, in a way. Herbert had loved me.

He loved me so much that even though I saw him kiss another woman with my own eyes, I still doubted if I had seen it wrong.

My mom died of amniotic fluid embolism when she gave birth to me.

My dad raised me until I was eighteen and then committed suicide by cutting his wrists to join my mom in death.

He left me with hundreds of millions of dollars in inheritance, which made me a prime target for all sorts of people with malicious intentions.

Then, Herbert entered my life.

He was my knight in shining armor, protecting me from all the dangers and harm, creating a safe bubble around me.

He refused to get even a single cent of my money. Instead, he transferred all of his properties under my name.

Everyone said that his love for me bordered on obsession.

He was such a proud and dignified man, yet he'd race back just to catch a glimpse of me even when he was swamped with work and only had half an hour of break time.

I had a deep-seated psychological trauma because of my mom's death, and I was terrified of having children.

Herbert would hold me close in his arms and plant gentle kisses on me, saying, "It's probably for the best if we don't have a baby. I'm scared that once he's here, he'll steal all your love away from me, and I'll be envious. Honey, having you is more than enough for me in this lifetime. You're the only one I love."

Herbert's love had almost suffocated me in a way. Even though I was angry at my dad for leaving me behind, I envied the unwavering love my parents had for each other, a love that was strong enough to make one follow the other into the unknown.

I once thought that, just like my mom, I had married for true love and was the luckiest woman on the planet.

But in the end, it all turned out to be a beautiful dream that shattered into a million pieces.