Dear Miss President I Want You Back

"Your husband is cheating on you!"

Miriam Dunstan was making a final revision to a wedding dress design when she received the call from her best friend, Patricia Mitchell.

Hearing Patricia's statement, Miriam trembled. The pencil in her hand left an ugly stroke on the nearly finished design drawing.

"What did you just say?" Her mind totally went blank. For a moment, she thought she was having a nightmare.

Emphasizing each word, Patricia answered, "Your ungrateful husband is sleeping with another woman right now. Room 1102, Golden Light International Hotel. Come here, quick!"

Miriam didn't remember much of what happened after hanging up. It was like she had an out-of-body experience for at least half a minute.

She didn't move until the sharp sound of a car horn from outside jolted her back to her senses. She rushed out, still holding the pencil in her hand.

Kayson Harvey was cheating on her. The words cut into her heart like a knife. After making only a few steps, she collapsed and knocked over a nearby easel.

All sorts of stuff scattered all over the floor.

One of Miriam's staff heard the noise and asked with concern, "What happened, Miriam?"

Miriam didn't know what to say. She just got up and continued running.

She and Kayson had been married for two years, and their relationship had been very impersonal. It was because Kayson had the marriage thrust upon him.

They only got married to build family alliances.

Kayson's grandfather, Shawn Harvey, liked Miriam and her family's powerful connections and rich resources. The deal was made easy by the fact that Miriam had liked Kayson since she was a child. Shawn believed that Miriam was the most suitable wife for Kayson, so he forced Kayson into marrying her.

Even though they became husband and wife, Kayson still didn't like Miriam.

In the past two years, he had come home no more than five times.

Miriam always knew that Kayson didn't like her or their arranged marriage, but she chose to believe that someday, maybe Kayson would develop some feelings for her if she showed him how devoted she was to him. All they needed was to spend some time together.

But she never expected Kayson to cheat on her.

Miriam drove to the hotel at full speed.

"Miriam, you're finally here!" Patricia exclaimed, running over to Miriam quickly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to the elevator.

"They've been in the room for half an hour," Patricia said as she walked. "Maybe they've finished already."

Miriam made an effort to keep up with Patricia. She still couldn't think straight. Every word Patricia uttered was like a ghostly whisper against her eardrums. She knew what Patricia was saying, but her brain refused to process the meaning.

"If Kayson's cheating on you, ask for a divorce on the spot. Don't listen to his crap," Patricia ordered, which Miriam immediately got.

"Divorce..." Miriam repeated the word in a daze, feeling it completely foreign.

Patricia said through gritted teeth, "Yes, divorce. He has been hanging out with his childhood sweetheart every day. Over the years, you have suffered countless grievances, and it stops today."

"But what if it's just some misunderstanding?" Miriam asked in a hoarse voice. Her throat suddenly became as dry as a desert.

Patricia sneered and took out a key card. "Well, I guess we'll see for ourselves."

She stuck the key card into the door slot, and right after unlocking the door, she barged in.

"Kayson Harvey, you bastard!" Patricia bellowed. Then came a woman's shrill scream and the manly, mellow voice Miriam would recognize anywhere.

"What are you doing here, Patricia?"