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.

I am. Why? Is something wrong?” He looked at me

absent-mindedly, then asked,

things up here. Do you miss me?” Matthew smiled affectionately at me, full of love. “I’ll try to come home as soon as possible. It’s getting late.

a kiss to me and then

and annoyed at myself for being suspicious. Matthew was an extraordinary, handsome, and doting

sickly younger sister from the city, I chose him among my

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

to my husband while I focused on raising our child and managing our home.

and well-off life as a family

that he promised to provide for me and make up for any grievances I

could such a husband

TV shows that evoked such ridiculous thoughts. When I laid back in bed, I still thought about 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

us both affectionately, creating a heartwarming atmosphere. I rushed to the kitchen happily to prepare several of his favorite dishes as a reward.

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