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"Where's Ethan?" Camellia asked, her brows knitting together as she glanced around the glittering ballroom. The crowd was alive with laughter and conversation, glasses clinking under the dazzling chandeliers of the Crawford mansion.
Sophie forced a smile, ignoring the pang of disappointment that tugged at her chest. "I'm sure he's just a step away to receive a call."
Her friend gave her a disapproving hum. Everyone else, but Sophie could see that Ethan wasn't worth all her love, time and efforts. Even when Cameilla tried opening her eyes to it, Sophie would always defends him.
"Love is sacrifice." Sophie would always say. A word she had used more than necessary in comforting herself.
Sophie barely noticed Camellia expression as she excused herself. The hem of her emerald gown swishing around her ankles. Today was supposed to be perfect for her and Ethan. She had spent weeks planning this anniversary celebration -a party to honor three years of marriage, her love and devotion on full display for the world to see.
But Ethan was no where to be found.
She moved through the throngs of guests, offering polite smile and excuses as she searched for her husband. Panic bubbled beneath the surface, but she shoved It away.
"He's probably handling work," she reassured herself, even though the nagging doubts whispered otherwise.
Finally, Sophie reached the grand staircase leading to their private rooms. A faint unease curled up in her stomach as she ascended the stairs.
Then she heard it.
Soft, muffled moans carried through the air, growing louder as she approached their bedroom. Sophie froze, her hands hovering over the door knob.
No..... It can't be. This can't be happening. Sophie shook her head vigorously as if that would deny the reality happening before her.
The moans grew louder, punctuated by a loud throaty cry that made her blood run cold.
With trembling and sweaty hands, she pushed the door open.
There, on their matrimonial bed, Ethan was tangled with Belinda. Her arms were draped over his shoulders, her head throw back in mock ectasy, while Ethan thrust into her, with an intensity that made Sophie stomach churn.
"Ethan," Sophie whispered, her voice barely audible over the roaring in her ears.
The sound of her voice snapped them out of their pleasureable moments. Belinda smirked, lazily adjusting the sheet to cover herself while, Ethan turn to face his wife with an air of irritation, not guilt.
"Sophie," he said, his tone as casual as if she had caught him reading a book instead. "I didn't expect you to come up here."
Her heart heaved with betrayal, shattering into pieces as tears streamed down her face. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice trembling with anger and pain. "On our bed. On our anniversary."
Ethan sighed, running a hand through his disheavealed hair. "Do we really have to do this now?"
Sophia blinked, her fury mounting. "You're asking me that? After what I just walked in on?"
Belinda chuckled, leaning against the pillow as if she owned the place. "Oh, come on, Sophie. Don't act so surprised. Do you really think you can keep a man like Ethan happy?"
Sophia's gaze snapped to Ethan, tears streaming down her face. "I gave up everything for you. My career, my whole life-I dedicated my everything to you. And this is how you repay me?"
Ethan shrugged, walking to the dresser as if the conversation bored him. "I was going to wait until tomorrow but since you are here....."
He pulled out a envelope and handed it over to her.
Sophie stared at it, her hands trembling as she unfolded the content. Her heart plummeted.
"Divorce papers," she whispered.
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