Ex, It’s Over！I've Found My True Love

Lynne's POV: Warren: You have ten minutes to get to the hospital and apologize to Shirley! I stared at the text on my phone, a bitter smile curling my lips. Just as I was about to reply, another message came through. Warren: If anything happens to Shirley, you'll pay for it with your life! The sharp, heartless words blurred in my vision as tears welled up. 'Warren Sterling, have you forgotten? Today is our third wedding anniversary,' I whispered silently. ***** I had spent the entire afternoon preparing a lavish dinner. But the one who returned wasn't my husband—it was his first love, Shirley Taylor. "Lynne, you're so shameless. You really think you can celebrate your anniversary with Warren?" She sneered. "Don't you know Warren loves me, not some backwater bumpkin like you?" Shirley stood there with her chin raised, her scornful gaze bearing down on me. "Get out of my house!" I tore off my apron and hurled it at her face. "What happens between me and Warren is none of your business!" "You b***h! How dare you!" she shrieked, lunging at me with claws bared. I stepped back to avoid her, but before I could react, the sound of screeching tires echoed from the driveway. Shirley froze. We both knew—Warren was home. Her eyes darted around before she staggered to the staircase, flinging herself down with a dramatic cry. It happened so fast that by the time I realized what she'd done, she was already sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain. "Shirley Taylor, you vile woman! Are you trying to frame me?" I yelled from the top of the stairs. But before I could say more, Warren burst through the door. His eyes immediately locked on Shirley's crumpled figure at the bottom of the staircase, and his face darkened. "Shirley! What happened?" he exclaimed, rushing to her side and scooping her into his arms. "Warren, don't blame Lynne. It's my fault—I made her angry," Shirley whimpered. She nestled in Warren's embrace, lifting her skirt to reveal a bleeding scrape on her leg. "Lynne Beverley!" Warren's eyes widened in fury as he turned to me. "You vicious woman! Were you trying to kill her?" "I didn't..." I stammered, shaking my head as my hands trembled. "She did this herself—" "Enough! Stop lying!" Warren's bloodshot eyes bore into me. "You've already taken everything from Shirley. What more do you want?" "Warren, I didn't! It wasn't me—" I tried to explain, but Shirley cut me off. "Don't blame Lynne." She clung to Warren's arm, her voice laced with false humility. "It's my fault for getting in the way. I'll leave..." "This isn't your fault, Shirley," Warren said, his voice tender as he comforted her. Then, he glared at me with disdain, his arms tightening around Shirley. "You're so cruel, Lynne. Such a convincing act—I regret marrying you!" His words struck me like a thunderclap. He regretted marrying me? I stood frozen, my breath hitching as his words replayed in my mind. "Warren... is that really how you feel?" I whispered, my voice so hoarse it felt foreign to me. The pain in my chest was unbearable as if my heart had been torn apart. "How did it come to this..." "Spare me your pitiful act," Warren spat, cradling Shirley as he stormed toward the door. "Just wait—I'll deal with you later!" I stood there, drained of strength, as his words echoed in my mind. From over Warren's shoulder, Shirley's cold eyes met mine. She smirked, mouthing silently. "You've lost!" ***** I stared at the messages on my phone, my eyes red and brimming with unshed tears. 'Warren, why do you want me to apologize to Shirley? I've done nothing wrong. Why don't you believe me?' "Ding!" Another text appeared. This time, it was from Shirley. Shirley: See? Warren still loves me. How can you shamelessly cling to him? Just die already. Then, she sent me a photo. Warren, fresh from a shower, his robe loose and revealing his toned chest and honeyed skin. His seductive, effortless charm burned into my eyes. Beneath the photo was a caption from Shirley. Shirley: Last night, he was with me. Do you know what we did? Oh, exactly what you're imagining. And by the way, Warren was amazing... Her mocking ellipsis left no room for doubt, the image searing itself into my mind. Warren's body entwined with hers, their passion undeniable. My heart shattered. The pain was suffocating, an ache that clawed at my chest. Three years of devotion wavered for the first time. So, this was what it had been. I was the shameless one, clinging to a man who was blind to my feelings. Warren's heart had always belonged to his first love. Just as despair threatened to overwhelm me, my phone rang again. It was Warren's sister, Esther Sterling. "Lynne, are you home?" she asked impatiently. "What do you want?" I asked weakly. "The maid's out with my mom. Come over and cook for me. I'm hungry." I let out a bitter laugh and hung up the phone without a word.