Love Betrayal on the Sixth Wedding Anniversary

Today was the sixth anniversary of my marriage with Shirley Lampson, and the fifth birthday of our eldest son, Jaden Lupton.

Our family had agreed to spend an unforgettable day on vacation.

Unexpectedly, after sending us up the mountain, Shirley left without a word of goodbye and took the only medicine bag capable of alleviating Jaden's asthma.

I was so anxious that I attempted to reach out to her assistant, David Raines, but neither the helicopter nor the motorcade could proceed without her explicit instructions.

After watching my son die, I finally got in touch with her.

However, she was so intoxicated that she didn't hear me at all. On the contrary, the individual beside her was brimming with energy, and his words resonated with the joy of reunion.

"Malcolm Lupton, lighten up a bit. I've just touched down in the country today. I trust you won't mind if Shirley and I grab a bite to eat together."

I beamed a smile and embraced Jaden tightly.

"Of course, I don't mind because my marriage with Shirley is over. Congratulations."

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After going down the mountain, I hid alone to deal with Jaden's funeral matters.

Meanwhile, Shirley and Easton Shelton's Instagram feed constantly buzzed with updates. They seemed to be at bars or parties daily, living life to the fullest and enjoying every moment.

My mother called Shirley countless times during this period, but to no avail. All she could do was curse at the phone.

"This woman is too cruel!"

Seven days later, I brought Jaden's urn back to my house in Boston and coincidentally encountered her there.

Not only her but also Easton was there.

Upon seeing my dirty face, Easton couldn't suppress the sarcasm that curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Malcolm, where have you been these days? I've tried calling you many times today, but you haven't picked up!"

Listening to her slightly coquettish complaints, the sarcasm in my heart intensified. I didn't even want to look at her. I walked past them and went straight upstairs.

Today, I was packing my bags and bidding farewell. This opulent abode was never meant for someone as humble as me. I overstepped my bounds.

But she refused to accept my indifference. She grabbed my hand, almost knocking down the urn and saying, "Malcolm, what are you doing?"

Even now, she still refused to confront her question directly. Instead, she questioned me.

I was so angry that I laughed. "Why haven't you answered my mother's calls for so many days?"

Shirley frowned, took a broken mobile phone from her bag, and said, "My mobile phone is broken. After I picked up Easton that day, I lost my phone in a bet during our late-night gaming session."

She has a playful nature, but her frivolous pursuit of fun ultimately cost my son his life!

"There's no need to be angry?" said Shirley.

Maybe noticing my face getting increasingly livid, Shirley shook my arm falteringly. "It's just that I didn't get a call. I'll apologize to your mom in person on another day."

At that moment, I abruptly noticed that her Phoebe bracelet sported several cracks, looking suspiciously like they had been deliberately inflicted.

Furious, I grabbed her wrist and said, "Why is the bracelet broken?"

To safeguard her safety and well-being, I embarked on three arduous ascents of the Myriad-step Mountain, accompanied by countless humble kneelings outside the master's abode, ultimately securing the exquisite material for crafting this bracelet.

The bracelet's intricate shape was meticulously carved, knife in hand, by Jaden and myself.

Shirley was born rich and beautiful. She didn't have to worry about food, drink, or clothes. Hence, anything I present her with risks being perceived as trite and commonplace. That's why I strive to curate gifts that resonate deeply, imbued with thoughtfulness and sentimentality.