I had bought her favorite necklace, hoping to surprise her, and lied, saying I was working late.
But when I opened the door, I saw them in the living room, locked in a passionate kiss.
Their clothes were half-off, their hands exploring each other.
Furious, I grabbed a broom and swung it at Calvin.
But before I could reach him, he collapsed to the ground.
Ignoring my questions, Sofia immediately called an ambulance and accompanied him to the hospital, where he was diagnosed with heart disease.
That night, she ran home angrily to blame me, saying that if I hadn't frightened him, Calvin wouldn't have had a heart attack and almost died.
But she was blind and I didn't see her lover at all. Calvin's heart had failed because of their intense encounter, not because of me.
In a fit of rage, I left home, never to return.
Sofia's fingers hovered over my name in her contacts before she unexpectedly tapped it.
I held my breath. Before I died, I had set up an automatic voicemail message on my phone, then flung it into the woods.
As long as the thugs hadn't found and destroyed it, if Sofia called, she would know I was already dead.
But after a few seconds, she canceled the call, smirking coldly. "Playing hard to get? Let's see how long you last before begging for my forgiveness."
"But even if you kneel before Calvin, I won't forgive you."
I let out a hollow laugh.
She didn't know I was already dead.
Even if I wanted to apologize, it wasn't possible anymore.
And yet, why she felt entitled to cheat on me, use my heart to save her lover, and still expect me to grovel?
It was my fault—I had tolerated too much, letting her trample over me without any respect.
I screamed at her in rage, but she couldn't hear me.
At that moment, Sofia arrived at the hospital and walked into a room where I saw Calvin lying pale and exhausted.
When he saw her, his face lit up, but when he reached out to her, he collapsed, coughing violently.
Seeing this, Sofia immediately ran up, held his hand, and regardless of the stains on Calvin's hospital gown from coughing, she struggled to carry him back to bed.
Seeing this, I felt a sharp pang in my heart. Despite knowing their betrayal, it still hurt to witness.
When she was with me, except for the year we got married, Sofia had always kept her distance from me.
But here she was, holding him without hesitation.
I used to think she had a germaphobia. I had clearly misjudged her.