My Cheating Wife Tried to Murder Me novel Chapter 3

That day, I waited until nightfall but never saw the meal Cynthia had promised to bring me.

Instead, I scrolled through Carsen's social media and saw the sweet dinner Cynthia had made for him.

Carsen had an allergy flare-up, and he even captioned it: [Only your childhood sweetheart knows what you can't eat. Childhood friends are better than lovers!]

I laughed bitterly. It was as if Cynthia had completely forgotten her husband was lying in a hospital bed, but I didn't even bother calling her.

The police were making quick progress on the investigation, but the surveillance footage hadn't caught the driver's face, so they could only track the vehicle for now.

To my surprise, Cynthia showed up with Carsen, storming in with a divorce agreement in hand.

"Sign it. You dirty, cheating bastard. You should leave with nothing!"

I paused for a moment.

Then I stared at Cynthia, confused. Her collarbone still bore the unmistakable marks of a hickey, which she didn't even try to hide, yet she was accusing me of cheating and demanding I leave with nothing.

"Let's get a divorce, Wayne. I actually believed you rushed back to spend Valentine's Day with me, but you were hurrying to meet your mistress. Your little accident happened while you were having sex, and now you expect me to take the blame, right?"

She grabbed a pillow and started hitting me while yelling. She cried, "Wayne, you promised to love me forever! How could you cheat so soon?"

She screamed, "Wayne, you're such a filthy man!"

Her assault tore open my wounds, and the pain brought me a moment of clarity.

"We will divorce, but it's not me who's leaving with nothing. It's you."