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Chapter 3
It didn’t take long before word of Daniel and Jessica spread like wildfire.
In this society where reputation is everything, both men and women spoke of my situation with nothing but contempt.
I wanted to let go, but my heart just wouldn’t allow it.
Since the day he left with Jessica, he never came home.
But Jessica hadn’t stopped stirring the pot. My WhatsApp was flooded with dozens of messages from her–all filled with intimate photos of her and Daniel.
My chest ached as I looked at those photos.
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I kept calling Daniel, over and over again.
All I wanted was an explanation. If he didn’t love me anymore, fine. But why disgust me like this?
He never answered. I lost count of how many calls and messages I’d sent.
Just when I was about to lose hope, Daniel finally texted back.
“Titana, if you don’t apologize to Jessi, I won’t forgive you–and I’m not coming home.”
I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw that.
So Jessica had completely taken over his heart. Still, I couldn’t let go.
I knew I’d done nothing wrong. Whether
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it was Alice or Jessica–I had a clear conscience.
Why was he treating me this way when I’d done nothing to deserve it?
I pulled myself together and was about to join a video meeting when I received a payment notification from Daniel.
He’d checked into a hotel–with Jessica.
Just as I was about to call him in fury, my phone lit up again–it was Jessica.
She sent me a picture. Daniel was lying next to her, wearing nothing but a robe.
“Titana, you lost.”
I nearly threw my phone in rage when I saw that message.
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I picked a sarcastic thumbs–up emoji to reply, only to see a red exclamation mark pop up.
She’d blocked me right after sending it.
Frustration crashed over me. That provocative photo made it hard to breathe.
Two days later, Daniel sent another message.
My heart skipped as I opened it–only to find a hotel room number.
“We’re out of condoms.”
“Run to the convenience store and bring us some. We’re waiting. Make sure to get the ultra–thin, strawberry–flavored ones. Jessi’s favorite.”
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I let out a short, breathy laugh when I read that.
Turns out, sometimes you really do laugh when you’re completely speechless.
I was done. Tired. Ready to let go.
Unlike usual, I dressed in a brand new Chanel suit, did my full makeup, and left the house.
If I was going to end things, I would do it looking my best.
When I reached the hotel room door, I took a deep breath and knocked.
Two minutes later, the door opened.
Daniel stood there in boxer shorts. Inside, Jessica was sprawled across the bed,
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wearing a sheer set of lingerie, her body marked with fresh hickeys.
In that moment, I felt my heart die.
“Where are the condoms?”
Daniel looked at me coldly.
“Did you get the strawberry kind? I don’t like anything else,” Jessica said, eyeing me with smug satisfaction.
I scoffed, stormed toward her in heels, and yanked her by the hair, dragging her to the floor.
“Are you crazy?!” Jessica shrieked, clawing at me in pain.
I slapped her hard across the face. The sharp crack of it brought me a sick kind of
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satisfaction.
And then I kept going–one slap after another, over and over.
“Enough! Stop it!”
Daniel finally lost it and yelled at me.
“Enough? I’m not even close!”
I stared triumphantly at Jessica’s swollen, pig–like face.
“Xiao Ling, save me…” Jessica whimpered, holding her cheek and turning to Daniel.
“Titana, don’t go too far!”
Daniel rushed to pull her into his arms.
Watching him panic over her was almost
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amusing.
“I didn’t bring you condoms,” I said calmly, “but I did bring something even more important.”
I pulled the divorce papers from my bag and tossed them in his face.
“Let’s get a divorce. After all these years of living off me, it’s time for you to go.”
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