By our sixth year of marriage, Derrick hadn't touched me in three months.

Said he was swamped at work. Always tired.

After everything, I still believed him.

Then on my birthday, I caught his friend talking in Garmenian—a language Derrick didn't think I understood.

"You cut off the side piece yet? You were with her nonstop. Surprised you didn't drop dead. Your wife cool with that?"

Derrick let out a smoke ring. "Haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not over her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll have the baby overseas."

My hands curled into fists.

Silent tears streamed down my face.

He glanced over, nervous. "What's wrong?"

I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched."

It was sweet—but when you understand Garmenian, all you taste is betrayal.

Six years into our marriage.

Derrick Stratton cheated.

We hadn't made out in three months, not even once.

They say if your husband's not touching you, he's probably busy with someone else in bed.

I didn't wanna believe it—until tonight.

He was in the shower.

His phone buzzed.

Local number. No name.

It felt off.

"Hello? Who's this?"

There was silence on the other end. Then a click.

They knew who I was.

I didn't even know what I felt—just this weird ache, like something slipping through my fingers.

Trying not to think nonsense, I grabbed Derrick's phone.

Lock screen? Us.

Profile pic? Holding hands, all coupley.

His posts? Me, me, me.

I almost let it go. Thought maybe it was a wrong number.

Then I traced the call.

It was his assistant—Sabrina Leclair.

I opened their chat.

Looked squeaky clean—just work stuff.

But my gut said nah.

So I checked his bank records.

Boom.

Transfers to Sabrina. $999. $1,430. And a bunch more.

My chest tightened.

He was cheating.

I stared at the screen—our smiling faces felt like a sick joke.

Derrick, the guy who used to act like I was his whole world, had betrayed me.

I met Derrick when I was seventeen.

My parents had just died, and some relatives dragged me up to Granton City.

I had nothing. I barely spoke. School sucked. Kids picked on me just because they could.

Then Derrick showed up.

Chased them off, threw his sun-warmed jacket over my shoulders, pulled me in.

"You really that dumb? Letting people walk all over you?" he snapped.

I just stood there, stunned.

That was the beginning.

We became inseparable—shared everything. Then came love.

His parents didn't like me. Said I wasn't good enough for him because I was an orphan.

Derrick didn't care.

Dragged me to their doorstep like, "Mom, Dad, she's the one. I'm marrying her."

They caved because he wouldn't budge.

Because of him, life finally felt like it meant something.

Even when Derrick left for Garmenia, he called me every single day. Told me everything.

Two years later, he came back the second he graduated. We moved in, worked side by side.

He handled it all. No matter how crazy work got, our place stayed spotless.

From day one, Derrick gave me everything without holding back.

And I leaned on him and loved him hard, without needing a reason.

Now?

He cheated.

Derrick walked out of the bathroom, towel slung around his neck, and flopped down next to me. "What are you spacing out for?"

I blinked up at him.

At thirty, he looked even better—sharper, more put-together.

People used to envy us.

"Audrey, how'd you score a guy like Derrick?"

I used to think I was lucky too.

Lucky to have someone who loved me like that.

But now I knew—the guy who always put me first, who handed over company shares like it was nothing, could still cheat.

"It's nothing," I said. "Someone called you earlier. I picked up, but they didn't say anything. Local number. Maybe a friend? Here."

I handed him the phone, eyes locked on him.

He took it like it was no big deal. "Probably a wrong number. Don't stress."

But I saw it—that little finger twitch on the screen.

I knew that move.

He was lying.

"Babe, why don't you go rest?" he said. "I just remembered a file at work I forgot to finish."

"Right now?"

"Yeah. It's urgent."

He was already set on leaving. I just nodded. Told him to be careful.

Derrick grabbed his coat and bolted.

I dropped onto the couch, eyes glued to the door.

What kind of urgent document needs the CEO at midnight? He didn't even try to make it believable.

A bitter smile crept in.

Maybe he thought I loved him too much to ever catch on.

I bit my lip, grabbed my phone, and called a friend—a private investigator. Asked him to tail Derrick.

That night, just like I feared, Derrick never came home.

***

Next morning, eyes sore and puffy, I grabbed my phone.

A string of messages from my friend lit up the screen:

[Take a look at this, Audrey.]

[If this isn't a misunderstanding, you'll wanna keep this.]

Pain shot through my chest.

There was a video attached.

My breath caught. Hands started to shake.

That video felt like Pandora's box—one tap and everything would fall apart.

Hands shaking, I hit play.

Derrick's car was parked on the curb. A woman slid into the passenger seat.

Sabrina.

The camera zoomed in.

Inside, they were all over each other—kissing, gasping, totally wrapped up in it.

The audio made it worse. Every sound stabbed me.

Felt like my heart was being shredded.

I don't even know how long it went on, but eventually, they climbed out.

Sabrina latched onto Derrick's hand, smirking. "Mr. Stratton, you finally showed. Not getting any at home? That desperate, huh?"

His voice dropped, thick with lust. "I haven't touched my wife."

He grabbed her by the neck, whispering, "She's nothing compared to you. You're naughty."

Sabrina looked thrilled—didn't even flinch at the insult. Just pressed closer. "Well then, Mr. Stratton, you're all mine."

"Don't cry tonight," he said.

Then they slipped into the apartment building.

The video cut off.

And me?

I felt nothing.

No tears. No heartbreak.

I yanked open the cabinet, grabbed a bottle, and took a long swig.

Burned all the way down—made my eyes sting.

I sank to the floor, trying to make sense of it. Why would Derrick do this?

I didn't have an answer.

But one thing was clear—this marriage was done.

That afternoon, once I sobered up, I hit up a lawyer and got the divorce papers ready.

Good thing we had no kids. Just assets. Cutting him off would be clean.

When I got home, Derrick called—said he was heading out on a business trip.

That night, I got an anonymous message.

A flood of pics.

Derrick and Sabrina.

Hot tub at a lakeside cabin. Skiing together like some cheesy couple's ad.

Didn't take a genius—she sent them.

Still, I felt nothing.

We'd done all that before. Over ten years, we hit Rivera, Paryss, even chased the northern lights in Eirland.

Every trip, Derrick said the same thing—he wanted me by his side to see the world.

Now he was doing the same with someone else.

Truth is, we'd been together forever. Teenagers to now. A whole decade.

Maybe he just got bored of me. Guess that makes sense.

I told myself that. Tried to make it hurt less.

But it still ached.

Of course it did.

He was the only guy I ever loved.

***

Derrick finally showed up on day three.

Brought a gift.

Classic move—a fancy diamond necklace.

Anytime he missed dinner or ghosted for work, he'd pop in with something shiny. Called it a peace offering.

Said it made up for being MIA. That he had to earn me back.

I used to smile, act touched.

Now? I couldn't even fake it. Just muttered, "I like it."

He didn't notice.

Or maybe he was just too wiped from playing house with Sabrina.

"You like it, that's all that matters. I'm gonna shower," he said.

He disappeared into the bathroom.

By the time he came out, I was already in bed, facing the wall.

Silent.

He wrapped his arms around me.

Same bed, totally different worlds.

***

Then came my birthday.

Derrick threw his usual party—surprises, cake, the works. Picture-perfect.

Our friends laughed, clapped, gave their usual congrats.

But just as I was about to cut the cake, I caught one of Derrick's friends talking to him in Garmenian.

"You cut off the side piece yet? You were with her nonstop. Surprised you didn't drop dead. Your wife cool with that?"

Derrick let out a lazy puff of smoke. "I haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not done playing with her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll give birth overseas."

My fists clenched. Tears slipped down without a sound.

Derrick glanced over. "What's wrong?"

I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched."

In that moment, I hated that I understood Garmenian.