Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 71

Chapter 3

I stood motionless, my body frozen in disbelief as I witnessed my husband press his lips to another woman’s with an intensity that felt almost unbearable. The room around me seemed to blur, the air thick with betrayal and heartbreak.

Finally, Silas pulled away, his expression twisted into one of pure contempt as his gaze landed on me. “Charlotte, I can’t understand how you’ve become so selfish and cruel,” he spat, his voice cold. “Rebecca has just endured a terrible trauma—she’s fragile right now. Can’t you find it in yourself to show her even a shred of compassion?”

I pressed my hands against my face, desperate to hide the tears that threatened to spill over. What could I possibly say in response? Would he even listen to me? No, I knew he wouldn’t.

Rebecca’s act of vulnerability was nothing but a calculated weapon, and it had completely ensnared Silas, my golden boy.

Without warning, Silas grabbed my arm roughly and shoved me out of the bedroom. “Get out. And don’t you dare come near Rebecca again.”

The door slammed behind me with a deafening finality.

I clutched my hip where I’d collided with the railing, the dull ache grounding me as I listened to their soft, gentle voices echoing from inside. Slowly, I made my way back to the guest room, every step weighed down by the crushing reality.

Lying on the bed, I pulled out the written promise Silas had given me barely a month ago. He had vowed that if he ever got involved with another woman, he would walk away with nothing and be punished by never seeing me again.

My phone buzzed with a message from my best friend, her familiar words of reassurance flooding the screen. “Your Silas would never cheat on you. He’s just overflowing with sympathy, trying to save a damsel in distress.”

She continued, “In all your years together, has he ever even glanced at another woman? You say jump, and your Silas asks how high. He’d practically tie himself to your hip if he could.”

At the same moment, a new message arrived—from the private investigator I had hired. My hand trembled as I took a deep breath and opened it.

The amount of information he had uncovered in just three days was staggering.

I never could have imagined that Silas—the man who had showered me with love—was playing the role of a savior in an entirely different world.

There were photos of Rebecca’s mother in the hospital, with Silas by her side, gently helping the elderly woman drink water, while Rebecca looked on with eyes full of gratitude.

Other images showed Silas in Rebecca’s hometown, repairing her house, wearing a straw hat as he climbed a ladder, bending down to accept a piece of fruit she offered him.

There was a picture of Silas sitting at a dinner table surrounded by elderly people, Rebecca seated beside him, blushing shyly.

And finally, I realized that all those business trips Silas had mentioned were actually trips to help a “poor little girl.”

Rebecca’s scars mocked me, each one a cruel blade slowly peeling away my illusions, forcing me to awaken from the dream of perfect love—one painful cut at a time.

Maybe I should have walked away a month ago. Then I wouldn’t have to endure this kind of torment.

I remained on the floor throughout the night. As the first star of dawn appeared in the sky, I finished drafting the divorce papers.

I placed the agreement carefully on the dining table before heading to the master bedroom for one last look.

Silas was holding Rebecca tightly, both of them fully clothed. They seemed asleep, yet there was an undeniable tension in the air.

Wiping away my tears one final time, I turned and made a call.

“Professor, is that position for the secret R&D project in Indonesia still open? I’d like to apply.”

An ecstatic voice answered immediately on the other end.

“Yes, yes! Charlotte, I’ve been waiting for your call! Otherwise, your Silas would have had my hide!”