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.

to answer your call. What’s up? Is there something wrong?

in Canta?” I sidestepped his question and asked again.

something wrong?” He looked at me seriously through the camera,

absent-mindedly, then asked, “When are

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 come home as soon as possible. It’s getting late. Go to bed early, okay? I still have things to attend to.

and then hung up the call.

phone, stunned and annoyed at myself for being suspicious. Matthew was an extraordinary, handsome, and doting husband, even though

sister from the city, I chose him among

responsible for sourcing while I

the company to my

four. We led a comfortable and well-off life as a family of three, which people

that we didn’t have a wedding ceremony that he promised to provide for me and make

a husband

many TV shows that evoked such ridiculous thoughts. When I laid back in bed, I still thought about

have been thinking about Matthew too much. Also, the windbreaker looked familiar as it was the one I had ironed for him before his business trip. That meant the man in the live