When Love Ends, There's No Turning Back

My wife treasured that coat so much that she wouldn’t let anyone touch it but me.

But then I saw her male assistant casually throw it on and stroll around my master bedroom as if he owned the place.

I suddenly realized there was a third party in our marriage.

Since she chose to betray me, she could hardly blame me for cutting off her funding.

Later, she asked me with red-rimmed eyes why I’d pulled all the money.

“I only made one little mistake. Do you really have to make this an all-or-nothing fight?”

Who was it that promised never to betray me? And who shamelessly pursued me and insisted our families should join forces through marriage?

I gave a cold laugh.

“When you can’t have both, I have to protect my own interests!”