Mabel Landry and I have been in love with each other for ten years. Our relationship has started since our school days, and we've been married for years. All in all, we're the perfect couple that everyone envies.

But I get into an accident on our tenth year anniversary.

When Mabel arrives at the hospital, she looks at me with pain and sorrow in her eyes.

"Why are you this careless, Dustin? If anything does happen to you, I might as well die!"

I'm about to console Mabel when I suddenly see two live comments streaking across my vision.

"Mabel Landry is nothing but a filthy cheater! Despite that loving facade of hers, the truth is, she's already slept with her side piece behind Dustin's back!"

"When will Dustin finally realize that Mabel has already cheated on him with someone else?"

I stared ahead blankly, thinking that I was hallucinating.

Mabel Landry touched my forehead gently. "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you still feeling sick?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine. The company is in its expansion phase now. You should return to the company first."

Mabel gave me a tender hug. "The company isn't as important as you, my darling Dusty. I'll be right here with you."

Just then, her phone buzzed with a notification, and she took it out to glance at the screen. Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat, and she looked flustered and panicked.

She then looked at me apologetically and said, "Dusty, an emergency came up at the office, and I need to go and take care of it immediately. Stay here in hospital and focus on recovering. I'll be back to see you again tonight."

After that, she got up and left eagerly without even waiting for my reply.

The comments popped out before my eyes once again.

[That so-called emergency doesn't exist. That bastard Clyde Johnson just sent her a photo of his abs, and she's on her way to have a good time!]

[Dustin Wright will definitely catch them red-handed if he goes after her right now!]

I read the comments before me and inhaled deeply. Then, I got out of bed and secretly shadowed her out of the hospital.

Mabel's car wasn't headed toward the office. Instead, she drove to Orchid Villas, an upscale residential area, and stopped there.

She knocked on one of the villa's front doors, and a large, muscular arm immediately reached out, curled itself around her shoulders, and pulled her in.

I stood rooted to the ground as if struck by lightning. It took me a while to collect myself before I shakily dialed Mabel's number.

She had set a special ringtone for me, and it never took longer than ten seconds for her to pick up every time.

However, this time, the phone rang until it disconnected on its own, and she still never picked up.

I had been with Mabel since we were 18, and this was already our tenth year together. People around us had always been jealous of our relationship.

Mabel's wedding vows still echoed in my ear, but now, I had to face the fact that she was cheating on me.

I numbly turned around and went back home. After what felt like forever, there was a slight commotion at the door.

Mabel pushed it open and saw me inside. She immediately ran in and threw herself into my arms.

"Dusty! Why didn't you pick up any of my calls? I looked everywhere for you. You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

I looked up at her and asked, "Then, why didn't you pick up my calls earlier?"

She hugged me tighter and apologized. "I'm sorry, Dusty. I was in the middle of an important meeting. My phone was on silent, so I didn't hear your calls."

I didn't know when she started being so smooth and convincing with her lies. I just pushed her away and asked, "Do you still love me, Mabes?"

She immediately answered without hesitation. "Of course I love you, Dusty. I promised you that I would love you forever."

But she was filthy now, and I didn't want her anymore.

I waited until she went into the bathroom to wash up and dialled a number that I hadn't called in six years.

"Brenda? Are the lavenders in Prance City in full bloom? I kinda wanna go see them now."

Brenda Donovan's voice was excited and choked with emotion. "The flowers are indeed in bloom, Dustin. I've also been waiting for you."

"Okay. I'll come to Prancera to see you in three days."

Mabel happened to come out of the bathroom just then in a bathrobe. "Who's going to Prancera?"

I hung up and said calmly, "Nothing. My friend just suggested going to Prancera."

Mabel came over to me and leaned into my arms. "Do you want to visit Prancera too? Wait for me to settle some things at work first. I'll go with you in three days."

I gently pushed her away. "Go to sleep."

Early the next morning, Mabel woke up and went to work. However, I knew from the comments that she was actually going to see Clyde.

I made my way to the lawyer's office after she left and had them draft a divorce agreement.

That afternoon, I got a call from Mabel.

"Dusty? It's our tenth anniversary today. There's a new luxury brand watch exhibition tonight. Just tell me what you want, and your wifey will buy it all for you."

She'd forgotten that our anniversary was actually yesterday.

A bitter smile appeared on my lips. "I'm fine with anything you buy for me."

…

Mabel didn't hold back at the exhibition and spared no expense, buying me two diamond watches and a pair of sapphire cufflinks. This attracted tons of envious glances from the other people in the hall.

A muscular waiter then accidentally bumped into Mabel, spilling champagne on her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss! Let me clean it up for you—"

Mabel immediately shoved him away and said, "Get off me! I won't let any other man aside from my Dusty to touch me!"

Back when she first started her business, she often had to entertain clients till late at night at social events. Once, she came back smelling of someone else's tobacco.

She saw how unhappy it made me and swore that she would never entertain male clients like that again. She also said she would not let another man touch her either.

From that moment on, her reputation as a husband-obsessed businesswoman spread throughout Elleving, and I became the envy of everyone else.

The comments appeared before my eyes again.

[Isn't Clyde being way too bold this time? To think that he'd actually openly provoke Dustin in public like this!]

My gaze fell on the waiter. So, this was Clyde Johnson.

He ran off looking utterly aggrieved after Mabel shoved him off.

A while later, Mabel got up. "I'm going to wash this off in the restroom, Dusty. Wait here for me. I'll just be a while."

A wave of envious whispers swept through the crowd watching us once again.

"Did you see the look in Ms. Landry's eyes? So adoring and affectionate!"

"Everyone in Elleving knows that Ms. Landry loves her husband more than life itself. As long as they are together, I'll continue believing in love!"

Yet, new comments kept appearing before my eyes.

[The most despicable thing is that the scumbag Mabel is in the midst of a passionate lovemaking session with Clyde right now!]

My feet moved on their own toward the restroom. Moans and gasps were drifting over from the closed stall.

"Shh, keep your voice down! Are you trying to get everybody's attention or something?"

A low male voice then replied, "Who told you to be so good at this, Mabes? You're sucking my soul out!"

Mabel's sultry voice was laced with pleasure. "Well, who told you to come here dressed like this?"

"The thought of you going on a trip with your husband in a few days made me really sad. I don't care. You're going to have to make it up to me for the next two days and keep me satisfied before you go."

The sounds in the restroom got louder and louder, and my heart felt numb with pain.

I wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes and turned to leave.

Mabel only anxiously reappeared one hour later, at the end of the exhibition.

"I'm sorry, Dusty. I ran into a business partner and lost track of time chatting with him."

I watched her lie so readily and naturally, and just nodded calmly. "It's fine. Company matters are more important."

After putting the watches she bought into the trunk, Mabel then drove us back home.

Halfway there, her phone suddenly rang loudly. She just glanced at it momentarily before rejecting the call.

Mabel's phone rang persistently, and she finally answered it. Her expression changed drastically, and she immediately slammed on the brakes.

I was completely caught off guard and lurched forward, immediately hitting my forehead against the dashboard.

"Dusty, I have an emergency I need to tend to at the company," Mabel said anxiously to me. "Can you go back home by yourself?"

I looked at the comments before me.

[I'm going to puke. How many times is Mabel going to use the company as an excuse?]

[It's clearly Clyde who called her and lied about being in a car accident. That's why she's anxious to rush over at once.]

Clyde again.

A sharp, numbing pain shot through my heart.

Mabel became increasingly agitated when I wasn't responding. She got out of the car and opened my door instead.

"It's very urgent. I need to go and take care of it now so I can go on the trip with you without any worries. Be good and listen to me, Dusty."

She didn't seem to notice at all that there was a large bump on my forehead. I did my best to keep my tears at bay, refusing to let them fall, as I got out of the car.

"Go, then."

My voice was choked with emotion, betraying my current state of mind.

But Mabel had already impatiently gone back to the driver's seat. She slammed the door shut, started the engine, and sped off."

I watched her car quickly merge into traffic and disappear, and my tears finally fell.

It began to drizzle. Perhaps even the heavens were weeping over the death of our ten-year love story.

I walked back home through the rain, letting the downpour disguise the sorrowful tears on my face.

Mabel didn't come home that night. She just sent me a text message saying that she had to go on a last-minute business trip for two days, but she would definitely be back by the evening before our trip, and we'd then fly off to Prancera together.

I had nothing to say about her lies anymore. Instead, I spent the next two days packing up everything in the villa that belonged to me.

As for the 99 love letters she wrote to me, the first gift she bought me with her first paycheck, and the vows we wrote to each other during our wedding night… They used to be things that I cherished with my life, but now, they belonged only in the trash.

Two days later, half the villa was empty. I sat on the couch with the divorce agreement in hand, waiting for Mabel to come home.

Instead, I got a test message from Clyde.

"Let's meet up, Dustin Wright."

…

We met up at Bluescott Cafe.

Clyde looked flashy, dressed like a peacock. He was also wearing the diamond watch and sapphire cufflinks that Mabel bought for me days ago.

He looked smug and arrogant as he gloated, "Mabes said that I suited them better than you."

I stirred the coffee in my mug and remained calm. "You do know that these items are considered marital assets, right? I can always make you return them anytime I want."

Clyde froze. Then, he said, "What's the point of holding on to an empty title as Mabel's husband, Dustin? How long has it even been since the last time she slept with you?

"Have you ever thought that maybe she's already sick of you? You'd better disappear from her life if you know what's best for you. Make way for someone else instead."

I looked at Clyde and grinned. "Sure. I'll make way for you. Go and tell Mabel now that I'll be waiting for her here with a divorce agreement. I dare you."

Clyde fell silent once again.

I knew that he'd never have the guts to do it. He only dared to provoke me behind Mabel's back.

I had to admit that he was young and naive, and anyone could see through his thoughts almost immediately. Yet, his youthful physique and stamina were undoubtedly what had attracted Mabel in the first place.

I got up and left, but not before giving him one last piece of advice.

"Nobody can stay young forever, but there will always be someone younger. Since you've already slept with her, you should try getting more out of her while you still can instead of being so stupid as to provoke me now."

The comments that appeared before me were full of cheers and praise.

[Dustin's right! He's the male lead! He doesn't have to care about competing with others!]

[Hurry up and leave, Dustin! I can't wait to see Mabel crawling back to you on her knees, begging you to come back!]

When I got home, I placed the signed divorce agreement on the table, grabbed my packed suitcases, and took a cab straight to the airport.

This was my goodbye to Mabel and the ten years we shared together.