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This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. But it couldn't be her… Right?

With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could he do this to me? I thought he cared. I thought I was the most important person in his life. I was like a sister to him, and now I am his wife!

After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they decided to take me in.

I grew up with Owen. We used to be inseparable. At first, he was like a brother to me. But as we grew older, things changed…
He went from an awkward, geeky boy to a tall, handsome young man.

I changed with the years, too. Puberty transformed me from a skinny little girl into a fit, voluptuous young woman. My dark brown hair grew long and wavy, spreading on my shoulders like seaweed. My bright green eyes with soft sight were framed by long black lashes. My fair skin and slim figure let me win the admiration of many Suitors. Owen always said he loved my eyes. He said my eyes were as charming as a clear lake.

Since we were teens, we felt a strange, forbidden attraction to one another. But neither of us ever dared to admit it. Until that one fateful night, when we shared our first kiss.

We got married when we were 22 years old. I couldn’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. I always thought we knew each other best. I thought nothing could ever come between us.

But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why…

I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn’t answer. He must be upstairs.

I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone.

As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.”
His words gave me icy chills.
“You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued.

“He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ”

Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why he treated me in such a cruel way?!

I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Owen may not love me love before. Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs.

I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs.

“Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world.

“Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said.
“Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation.

I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry.

After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was.

I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy?

I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model.

After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight?

At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it for many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”!

“Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand.

I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away.

Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger.

I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us.

The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover.

When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick.

“Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort.

He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall.

Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.”
I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression.

Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”.

Chapter 2 - Hope
Noah
My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.”
I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen.
When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance.
Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend.
I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes.
It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this.
“I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. “Please, don’t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. I’m too weak to be all by myself.”
He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldn’t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back.
I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me.
When we got married, he vowed to me: “In sickness and in health, in good times and bad”. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen.
When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: “Hello, Noah?”
The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out.
“I’m so sick, I’m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, please…” I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling.
“I’ll be right there.” Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. What’s wrong? I didn’t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot.
Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key?
I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here?
Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymond’s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes in this family in terms of good looking.
After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single.
“Does Owen know you’re sick?” Raymond said, looking concerned.
“How did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?” I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun.
Raymond smiled. “Don't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.”
Oops, I must have pressed the number of “Owen’s Boss” instead of “Owen”. I apologized for the inconvenience.
“You are a member of our family, Noah. It’s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.” Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital.
I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering.
Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out.
“Thank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.” I said with a relieved sigh.
“Of course, Noah. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent.
He asked me what happened. I wouldn’t have shared my family’s private problems with another man who I didn’t even know him very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to?
“I don’t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.” I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story.
“How could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!” Raymond shouted out.
His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. “Please, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.” I responded.
We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped.
When we seeing the private doctor. I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me.
I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymond’s aftershave smelled a little special.
“Raymond? Noah? What are you doing?!” I suddenly heard Owen’s angry voice.

Chapter 3 - Truth
Noah
Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back.
I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever.
“So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted!
“Owen! How dare you talk to her like that! It’s not our family’s manner!” Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal.
Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company.
Raymond’s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen.
I didn’t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down.
“Raymond, it’s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.” I said gratefully.
‘Please, don’t say anything about Josie’, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me.
I turned back to my angry husband. I couldn’t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond.
“Owen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymond’s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.”
Owen grabbed me and said, “Well, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and ‘fall’ right into his arms.” He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. “You can go back to your important job now, uncle. I’ll look after my wife.”
Raymond’s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that he’d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off.
Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right.
I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind.
When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didn’t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted.
After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home.
We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now.
After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room.
“Owen… What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?” I asked.
“So what? Whose wife do you want to be?” Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done.
“I know you cheated on me, Owen.” I uttered with pain in my voice. “You’ve been seeing Josie, right?”
Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words.
“What do you know, Noah?” he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last.
I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained:
“Someone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didn’t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you.
All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman!
Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client.
“Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we know each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!”
His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw.
Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.”

Chapter 4 - Hurt

Noah

I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me?

“Why, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?” I cried.

Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever.

That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening.

I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. “Owen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.”

He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, “I don’t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!”

I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away.

I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs.

I managed to grab onto the railing so I didn’t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding.

It was so painful that I couldn’t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: “You lost your footing. It’s not my fault.”

There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs.

“Raymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.”

“I came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You haven’t … Noah?”
Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face.

“This is how you treat your wife?! I don’t believe you. Don’t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!” Raymond raged at his nephew.

I didn’t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor.

“Twice in one day? That must be a record.” The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, “Not by choice…”

The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones.

It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves.

After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats.

I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail.

“I don’t normally need so much help, you know.” I broke the ice. “I happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.” Raymond laughed heartily.

“Jokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.” I continued. “Why did you come over tonight, Raymond?”

“Owen hadn’t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.” Raymond explained.

“I just can’t believe what he did to you!” He continued. “If he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.” His stern face showed how much he meant it.

I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. “Thank you, Raymond. I’m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didn’t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” I explained.

Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home.

“Goodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.” I said with feeling as he hugged me.

“Bye, Noah. It’s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.” He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home.

I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room.

When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed.

Chapter 5 - The Necklace
Noah
I couldn’t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous!
Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered.
“How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out.
They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny.
Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor.
I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation.
“I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!” I insisted.
Josie hid away in Owen’s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: “You’ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?”
“I am done with you.” He continued. “Our whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie should’ve been with me all along!”
I didn’t understand. “What are you talking about, Owen?”
He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josie’s collarbone.
“Remember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. You’ve made her suffer long enough!”
I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal.
I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didn’t believe me.
“Josie,” I cried. “How could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! We’ve been best friends since the orphanage, haven’t we? Does that mean nothing to you?”
“Noah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,”Josie played innocent with me, “I should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.” This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldn’t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk.
I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treated me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my that necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural？
I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth?
A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette.
I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie.
Owen had an arm around Josie’s waist and warned me, “You’d better stay out of our life from now on. I’ll move to another villa with Josie.”
I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me.
We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each other… But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, “necklace” is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didn’t believe our years of affection couldn’t prove my heart.
“Noah, my life were ruined by you. You owe me that.” Josie said.
“One day you’ll both regret this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed.
As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: “It’s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldn’t have suffered so much.” I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them.
I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owen’s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late.
Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owen’s angry shouting:
“How dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? They put her in the hospital! I can’t believe your jealousy would drive you this far!”

Chapter 6 - Choice
Noah
“What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone.
“More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear.
“Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?”
“Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!”
He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on.
My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today.
After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day.
I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time.
“Oh, it’s our ‘old friend’.” The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josie’s room.
As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face.
“Finally! That took you long enough.” He whispered angrily. “Josie is sleeping.”
He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway.
“I have no idea what happened, Owen.” I said honestly. “Can you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?”
“Are you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.” He shook his head, then continued.
“Josie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.”
“What? That's horrible!” I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
“Stop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.”
No wonder he doubted me. But I couldn’t believe the trust between us was so fragile.
“Would you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?” I asked with a last glimmer of hope.
His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: “Never again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.”
I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If there is anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me！
On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation.
I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed.
In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner.
“I didn’t prepared your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?” I said plainly. I didn’t know why he came back at this time, but I didn’t care about it anymore.
He ignored my words and said, “You still don’t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!”
“Josie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!” I argued.
Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief.
I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind.
“I choose divorce.” I said coldly.
“Okay, good. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning. Oh, and I’ve prepared another ‘surprise’ for you.” Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile.

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