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.

looked at

asked, “When are

“I’ll try to come home

to me and then hung

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

an ordinary family with a sickly younger sister from the city, I chose him among my

for sourcing while I tirelessly dealt with clients to the point I almost suffered from gastric

to stop and entrusted the company to my husband while I focused on

our daughter, had turned four. We led a comfortable and well-off life as a family

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

such a husband cheat?

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

too much. Also, the windbreaker looked familiar as it was the one I had ironed for him before

day and brought many delicious treats for Ava. He hugged us both affectionately, creating a heartwarming atmosphere. I rushed to the kitchen happily to prepare several of his favorite dishes as a

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