Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1 Breadcrumbs of Clues

As night fell, I could finally relax after putting my daughter to bed. I grabbed my phone and mindlessly scrolled through TikTok when a street fashion live broadcast caught my eye.

I straightened up and focused on the screen, but the host had already switched the camera angle. My heart pounded, and my hands started to feel clammy as I held my phone. I checked the time and confirmed it was a live broadcast happening in the same city.

Then I hurriedly exited TikTok and video-called my husband, Matthew Murphy.

He was supposed to be on a three-day business trip in Canta, yet I just saw him on the live broadcast with another woman in his arms. The phone rang for a long while before he finally answered the call.

Matthew’s camera shook slightly, and his handsome face appeared on my phone’s screen. He greeted me warmly, “Hey, honey!”

“Where are you?” I asked urgently as my eyes scanned the footage from his end. He looked like he was in a corridor of a restaurant, and he was wearing a white shirt and tie. However, the figure I saw in the live broadcast wore a gray windbreaker.

answer your call. What’s

I sidestepped his question

course I am. Why? Is something wrong?” He looked at me seriously through the camera, full

I mumbled absent-mindedly, then asked,

I’ll be back once I wrap things up here. Do you miss me?” Matthew smiled affectionately at me, full of love. “I’ll try

to me and then hung up the call.

being suspicious. Matthew was an extraordinary, handsome, and

a sickly younger sister from the city, I chose him among my many admirers because of

used my parents’ house as collateral to start a supply company with him and stayed by his side. Matthew was responsible for sourcing while I tirelessly

decided to stop and entrusted the company to my husband while I focused on raising our child and managing our

our daughter, had turned four. We led a comfortable and well-off life as a family of three, which people were envious

that he promised to provide for me and make up

such a

had watched too many TV shows that evoked such ridiculous thoughts. When I laid back in bed, I still thought about the fleeting figure on

looked familiar as it was the one I had ironed