Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

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.

“I’m having dinner with a client. I came out to answer your call. What’s up? Is there something wrong? Is Ava asleep?” He asked.

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

He looked at me seriously

asked, “When

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 me and then

an extraordinary, handsome, and doting husband, even though he was just

he was from an ordinary family with a sickly younger sister from the city, I chose him among my many admirers because of his

his side. Matthew was responsible for sourcing while I tirelessly dealt with clients to the point I almost suffered from

and entrusted the company to my husband while

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

so guilty that we didn’t have a wedding ceremony that he promised to provide for me and make up for any grievances

such a

pursed my lips and smiled, realizing I had watched too many TV shows that evoked such ridiculous thoughts. When I laid back in bed, I still thought about the fleeting figure on the

must 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

creating a heartwarming atmosphere. I rushed to the kitchen happily to prepare several of

me as we sat to eat and casually said, “There’s a strong smell of oil here. Why