Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Chapter 33: My Husband Had an Affair (Part 2)

I stood still in front of the room's door, waiting until the lascivious sounds and passionate murmurs of the woman inside came to an end. I didn't dare open the door and prepare for a confrontation with Enzo because I lacked that courage. At this point, all the bravery and strength I had worked so hard to build were shattered by Enzo, leaving me with nothing.

I always reminded myself to be strong and courageous no matter what happened, even if it meant ignoring things like my husband's affair. That's what I used to think and predict, but reality proved how much of a coward I truly was.

Perhaps their lovemaking had concluded, as I no longer heard those passionate moans. I stood before the door, contemplating how to face the individuals who had hurt me.

The door swung open, revealing not Enzo, but a woman. I knew who she was. She was the newly famous model I had read about in the news. Despite having planned how to confront them, in the moment she opened the door, I was unsure of what to do until she spoke up:

"Oh, who are you? The new maid looking for a job? But it's already evening."

She was draped in a white bathrobe, her long legs exposed, and her beauty was evident. Perhaps any man in the world who saw her would surely be captivated.

I bit my lip and furrowed my brows slightly, asking her, "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

"Hey, this new maid of yours has quite the mouth! I'll fire you!" She exclaimed angrily, yet her face remained remarkably beautiful from every angle.

I realized she wasn't mistaking me for a maid; she was deliberately doing so. I didn't engage with her any longer; instead, I pushed the door firmly, catching her off guard as she stumbled back a few steps.

She snapped irritably, "Hey! What are you doing? Why did you push the door so hard!"

Ignoring her annoyance, I swiftly walked toward the bed. Enzo was lying comfortably there, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips, releasing wisps of white smoke. He wore a white bathrobe, exposing his chiseled chest right in front of me. Enzo's gaze met mine, devoid of emotion.

He didn't seem flustered or surprised by my presence. In fact, he appeared nonchalant, as if he had anticipated my arrival.

Suppressing the pain in my heart and forcing back tears, I stared at him intensely and inquired, "What's your intention with this? Why bring a lover to my bed and engage in such filthy acts?"

Enzo glanced at me, then smirked lightly, "This is my house, and whatever I do here is my business. Can you handle that?"

"Enzo! Do you realize what you're doing? This is called adultery! Adultery! Why are you cheating? Answer me!" I raised my voice in frustration.

However, faced with my anger, Enzo remained utterly composed. He retorted, "Isn't this quite normal? You're my wife, but every time we have sex, it's like sleeping with a piece of wood; you're clearly reluctant. So, I'm having an affair."

I took a deep breath and studied him for a while, as though trying to see into his heart, to finally determine if it was made of stone. I let out a bitter laugh, a laughter filled with pain, and asked, "Is that your reason?"

"Ha... Enzo... Just because I'm reluctant to sleep with you, you have affairs with other women. Am I right?"

Enzo exhaled another plume of white smoke, no longer looking at me. His words were laced with sarcasm and mockery, "Didn't you once mention that we should divorce? What I do sexually or who I date doesn't count as adultery. Even if I bring countless women here to sleep with, it wouldn't be considered adultery because we're divorced, and I'm single."

Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably; my eyes turned red as I gazed at Enzo. Every word he spoke felt like a dagger plunging into my heart. Yes, he was right. He was absolutely right. We had divorced, and I had no right to control him, no right to be jealous of the women he dated.

It was a mistake, a mistake, a mistake to be here.

I let out a long breath and spoke, my voice heavy with pain and weariness:

"Right, we got divorced... we're no longer husband and wife, so I don't have any right to stop you from seeking your own happiness," the woman said. She walked away, wrapping her arms around Enzo, her movements seductive and carefree. She asked him, "Who's this? Your wife? You two seem so affectionate."

Enzo placed his arm around her waist and replied, "She's my ex-wife; we've been divorced for a while."

"Oh, your ex-wife, huh? Why is your ex-wife here with you if you're already divorced? Or maybe she still has feelings for you and that's why she's here?" She leaned against Enzo's chest, appearing fragile.

Seeing myself in this room now was unnecessary and obstructive to their joyful moment. I felt foolish for entering here and questioning Enzo. Enzo's tenderness toward her pained me even more because I had never experienced that tenderness, even when I was his wife. I admitted to feeling envious of those gestures, things she had only just begun to know him and already possessed, whereas I... had never received them from him.

I didn't want to stand here and witness their affection anymore. Today had confirmed my previous suspicions, but I never anticipated how vulnerable I would be in front of this man.

And the situation before me proved how foolish and naive I had been to return to this man. This was the price I had to pay for accepting and believing in the concept of "love and marriage."

Putting an end to everything here seemed fitting. Twice wounded and humiliated were more than enough for me.

I looked at Enzo and the other woman; I didn't blame her because she hadn't done anything wrong, and I didn't blame Enzo either as he hadn't done anything wrong. It was only myself, imagining that he had loved me, and that illusion was now breaking my heart.

"I understand now; you've said that. Please never forget these words of mine. I'll remember this day clearly, disturbing your happiness. I'll leave now." I clenched my fists; tears still wet on my cheeks but no longer falling.

I didn't wait for any response or attempt to hold me back. This time, I would sever everything myself. Once love recedes, only resentment remains.

Stepping out of this grand and beautiful mansion, I smiled faintly, looking at it one last time and whispered to myself, "You're truly beautiful, but your owner is truly wicked."

"It's hard to find a mansion as beautiful as this one, but no matter how beautiful it is, it's just an external facade. Inside, it's nothing but coldness."

In the darkness of the night, I walked alone on the street, feeling the pain of leaving Enzo beside another woman, but also a slight relief, perhaps because I no longer needed to feel pressured or exhausted.

"Is it really certain that I'll be happier away from that wretched man?" I spoke to myself.

"No one can predict what will come. I don't want to be hurt anymore."

If I leave, what about Min?

Thinking of Min, I chuckled. I couldn't take the child with me because... everyone already knew Min's identity as Enzo Robert's daughter. If I took her with me, there would be more problems.

And Enzo was right, he once said that if I took Min with me, the child would never have a good life. Currently, she was living happily and luxuriously.

"Min, I'm sorry, but I want to leave, to leave all of this." I looked up at the star-filled night sky.

I hailed a taxi and returned to the old house in the suburbs. I had thought about selling it before, but somehow, I didn't. After all, that house was the result of my hard-earned money, the place where everything began.

The house had been left untouched for a long time, with dust settling on various objects, but I wasn't in the mood to clean them. I just wanted to rest, but suddenly, the phone rang, Roy was calling, and I answered.

"Roy?"

[Flora, are you okay? I'm worried about you, afraid that something bad happened.] Roy said, concern evident in his voice.

I silently blamed him for calling now, for saying things that would worry me at this moment. I had tried to be strong, yet he spoke words that ignited my vulnerability. I burst into tears like a child.

"I'm not okay, not okay at all..."

[Flora, Flora, what's wrong? Is something going on? Where are you?] Roy heard my crying and grew anxious.

I told him I was at the old house in the suburbs. He urged me not to go anywhere; he would come to be with me. In my weakest moment, the person by my side, worried for me, was Roy.