He Cheated On Me, I End Our 3-Year Love

Chapter 2

I pushed the door open and scanned every corner of the room. It was much cleaner than I had expected.

The old dark sheets were gone, replaced with a bright canary yellow set I almost never used.

Sunlight streamed through the window, wrapping the whole room in warm, golden light.

Then came the soft click of the doorknob turning in the hallway. No prizes for guessing who it was—Zane.

I drew in a deep, steadying breath, wiped every trace of icy coldness off my face, and schooled my features into the same neutral expression I had worn before. Then I stood still and waited.

When Zane spotted me from the doorway, I turned my head to meet his gaze. That was when I saw it—his hand wrapped around the doorknob had tensed up, tightening without him even noticing.

He only ever did that when he was extremely stressed.

The last time I had seen him do this was the night he proposed.

I swallowed the sharp frost building in my eyes, took two steps forward, and let a guilty, soft expression settle over my face. 'Honey, I am so sorry. I left in such a rush the other day that I did not even get a chance to say goodbye. You are not mad at me, are you?'

With a loud bang, Zane slammed the door shut behind him. By then, his eyes were already calm and unreadable, his face giving nothing away. 'Of course not, baby. I married you because I want to take good care of you, not because I want you to change who you are. You just stay exactly the way you have always been.'

I stared at his earnest, sincere expression, and a cold chill crept up my spine, settling heavy in my chest.

If I had not heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed it. The man who was so sweet and attentive to my face on the surface, the man who doted on me every chance he got, was secretly scheming to steal my money behind my back like a shameless crook.

Three knocks sounded at the door.

A flicker of panic darted across Zane's eyes.

I kept up the act of knowing absolutely nothing, staring at Zane with a perfectly innocent expression. A faint, cold smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as I said, 'Honey, why are you so nervous?'

Before Zane could even get a word out, I stepped forward and pulled the door open.

Standing right outside were movers from the moving company.

After I confirmed the order details with the moving crew, I turned back to look at Zane.

The tension melted off his face, but clear confusion settled in its place.

Once again, I beat him to speaking before he could open his mouth. 'Honey, I bought a whole new set of kitchen tools for our place. I did not talk it over with you first. You will not blame me, right?'

I had made a point of buying the entire set before coming home. There was no way I could stand letting another woman touch the things I ate my meals with.

Zane froze for a beat, then walked over to ruffle my hair, his voice dripping with fond affection. 'Baby, next time you want something like this, you just have to tell me, that is all it takes.'

I did not say anything back. Instead, I turned away to walk the movers through what they needed to be careful with.

Once all the new kitchen gear was set up, I lifted my gaze and spotted Zane standing on the balcony, his back turned to me, muttering into his phone to someone I did not know.

A little idea popped into my head. I quieted my steps and crept closer to the balcony, slow as a shadow.

Zane and I were not officially married yet, but I had already covered almost all pre-wedding costs, including the custom wedding attire.

If I could dig up enough solid proof that he was cheating, that would give me a huge advantage.

But I had seriously underestimated how on guard he was around me.

I had made my steps as light as a feather, but the moment my hand rested on the balcony door handle, he spun around instantly and ended the call in the blink of an eye.

They say you can tell how guarded a man is against you by whether he locks his phone with a password.

Zane's phone never had a password lock in the first place.

I had always thought that meant he trusted me completely. But his split-second reaction just now proved how hopelessly naive I had been all along.

When I thought back over all our time together, I realized he had had this exact same reaction plenty of times before.

Was his whole marriage to me nothing but a calculated scheme from the very start?

Zane's hand settled on my shoulder, yanking me right out of my spiraling thoughts.

I swallowed the roiling bile rising in my throat and forced a bright smile onto my face. 'Zane, the new kitchen stuff is all set up. Do you want to go check it out?'

He nodded, wrapped an arm around my waist, and strolled with me toward the kitchen, all while showering me with endless compliments.

That night, I made up a flimsy excuse to sleep apart from him.

I had only found out the truth a short while ago, and I just could not bring myself to share a bed with this two-faced hypocrite, no matter how hard I tried.

Luckily, I had used similar excuses before, so he did not suspect a thing.

I fully expected I would lie awake with my eyes wide as saucers, counting down the minutes until dawn. But the moment my head hit the pillow, I conked right out.

The next morning, I woke up and wandered through the whole house, but I could not find Zane anywhere. There was, however, a full, hearty breakfast laid out for me on the dining table.

Before all this came out, I would have seen this as the ultimate proof of his love, and happily eaten every last bite.

But now, I did not hesitate for a single second. I scraped the entire meal straight into the trash.

I freshened up, got myself ready, and headed straight out the door.