After asking that question, I hadn't gotten the answer from him yet but my heart was already trembling. It felt like someone had stuck a knife in my lungs. Every breath was taking all my strength.

I wanted him to deny it. I just wanted to hear that it was all fake, that the photos were edited and this woman was lying.

But he didn't say anything. He just pressed his lips together and looked at me silently.

We'd been together for thirteen years. I understood all his gestures and expressions. What he did just now meant that he was struggling to answer the question.

Suddenly, I regretted asking him here, in public.

Rachel walked over and slipped her arm through Tyler's. "Ty, you promised to tell her within a week. It's been over a week now. Since you didn't tell her, I took the liberty and invited her here to tell her. But she threw coffee on me, how could your wife be so ill-mannered?"

"Rach, go home. I'll handle this." Tyler gave her a gentle look.

Rachel nodded. She turned to glance at me before leaving.

Tyler grabbed my hand roughly and dragged me outside. He pushed me roughly into the car before getting in himself.

The moment the door closed, I broke down. Tears started streaming down my face and my chest felt like it was splitting apart.

With anger, he lit a cigarette. The smoke nearly made me cough to death. As he realized what was happening, he quickly put it out. "As you can see, it's all true. I just didn't know how to tell you because you have given so much to our family over the years. Since everything's out in the open now, it's better to talk it out and be clear about it."

Through my tears, I looked at his face. I realized that he hadn't changed all these years. The only thing that changed in him was his demeanor. He had become more mature, more composed and more attractive to women.

And me? I instinctively looked in the rearview mirror. My face had sagged with a sickly complexion. Even with the foundation and makeup on my face, the dark circles under my eyes were clearly visible.

I had lost everything.

"Stop crying, just stop," he let out furiously. "You're highly educated, why are you acting like an illiterate?"

I wanted to ask him what he expected from me. Did he want me to pretend like nothing happened?

"Grace, since we're here now, I admit that I'm wrong. I'll give you half the shares. Let's get divorced," he said after watching me silently for a while.

I felt like I was being punched so hard in the gut that I could only gasp for air.