When He Fed My Cake to His "Dog", I Said Yes

Chapter 3

Felix froze for two full seconds, then his brow snapped together in a frown. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I was just asking."

I dropped my gaze to the table.

"Of course not!" he snapped, irritation thick in his voice.

"My birthday's coming up. Why are you throwing this garbage at me right now?

"Isabella, do you really not trust me that much?"

I said nothing, just kept scooping rice into my bowl with my spoon.

"Do you have any idea how drained I am after work every day?

"All I want when I get home is a hot meal and a nice chat with you, and this is what you hit me with?"

He pushed back his chair and stood up. "Forget it. I'm going to the bedroom to rest. Eat alone."

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him.

I sat there at the dining table, and something deep in my chest went ice-cold, completely and utterly.

Whenever he got angry before, I'd always chase after him to smooth things over.

I'd wrap my arms around him from behind, murmur that I was wrong in a soft voice, and wait until he couldn't keep a straight face any longer and broke into a grin.

Then we'd go back to being fine like nothing ever happened.

But today? I couldn't make myself move.

My heart clenched so tightly it ached, like a fist squeezing it raw. I forced a deep breath to steady myself.

Then I got up, walked to the study, and opened his laptop.

I tried three passwords first.

His birthday. My birthday. Our wedding anniversary. None of them worked.

For the fourth time, I typed in the word 'Mia'.

The second the screen lit up, I pressed my lips together so tightly they almost hurt.

I opened his messaging app. The contact pinned to the top of his chat list was saved as 'Baby Vivian'.

Every message I pulled up cut deeper than the last, like a dull knife sawing into my flesh, slowly, over and over.

Vivian: [Felix, are you really going to propose to her? What happens to me then?]

Felix: [She's my public wife, you're my secret little slut. No conflict at all.]

Vivian: [Will you think of me when you're on your honeymoon with her?]

Felix: [Every single second. I'm bringing your collar with me so you can keep me company over screen share the whole time.]

My hand froze mid-scroll.

Eloria Isle boasted blue skies, fluffy white clouds, and silky pale sand beaches.

He'd held me in his arms as we watched the sunset over the ocean together.

That had been the happiest moment of my life. I'd truly believed I was the luckiest bride in the world.

And all that time, he'd been wearing Vivian's collar around and video-calling her every single night.

I kept scrolling down.

On our wedding night, I'd gotten drunk and passed out early. At two in the morning, Felix filmed a video and sent it to Vivian.

In the video, his wedding ring still glinted on his finger. His other hand curled around a bright red collar, and he breathed soft words right into the camera.

"Mia, today I gave her the title of wife, but my heart will always belong to you.

"Once you put this collar on, you're mine for the rest of your life."

Right after he sent the video, she sent back a blushing emoji.

I stared frozen at the screen, and a brutal wave of nausea rose from my stomach.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to hold it back, then dragged my cursor to pull up his purchase history.

Five collars.

More than a dozen pet costumes.

And all kinds of other props I couldn't even name.

I slumped against the back of the chair, tilted my head up to stare at the ceiling, and hot tears streamed down my face without a sound.

Even just a few minutes ago, I'd still been half-hoping he'd come clean for me.

But he'd rather keep lying to my face than give up this sick little game of theirs.

I shook myself and set to work gathering evidence. I saved screenshots of their chats, copies of his order history, and all those videos one by one onto a USB drive.

Then I grabbed my phone, scrolled through my contacts until I found a lawyer's number I'd accidentally saved a while back.

The call connected, and a steady male voice came through.

"Ms. Reed?"

"Mr. Campbell," my voice came out so calm it shocked even me. "I want a divorce."

"Can you tell me what the situation is?"

"He cheated on me during our marriage. I have solid proof."

I paused for a beat, then said, "I'm going to clean him out."