Chapter 3

Willow's POV

I voiced my dissatisfaction once, but Caleb always used the same line: "Daisy is pregnant, and this is for Oliver's child."

Though I felt wronged, I didn't want to make things difficult for his brother's widow.

After all, it was a life. I thought, it'll all be fine once the baby is born.

Until the night before last, Caleb was with Daisy at a concert, and a reporter snapped photos of them supposedly kissing.

The next day, media outlets rushed to report it.

Suddenly, Caleb's affair and the identity of his mistress became hot topics online.

That day, I went to a private club to find Caleb, wanting to discuss how to handle it.

As I approached the door of the private room, I overheard Caleb's conversation with his friend.

"Everyone knows about your situation. What are you going to do?"

Caleb sat in the middle of the sofa, long legs crossed, his brow deeply furrowed.

He was silent for a moment before speaking, "Willow and I will get a sham divorce first, so Daisy won't be considered my mistress. Once the storm passes, I'll remarry Willow."

His friend sounded incredulous, "You're really willing to divorce Willow for Daisy?"

"It's just a sham divorce. Willow will always be my wife."

"I really don't get it. You clearly love Willow so much, how did you end up having a child with Daisy?"

Caleb looked down, twirling a lighter in his hand, and after a while, he said, "Daisy came from a humble background, and to make ends meet, she worked as a hostess at a high-end club. She reminds me so much of how Willow used to be, struggling but resilient and brave."

"Being with her, I feel like I'm back to the beginning of my relationship with Willow."

I stood outside the door, my mind exploding.

What brother's girlfriend? What brother's child?

It was all a lie.

That was Caleb's own mistress and child.

"Aren't you afraid Willow will find out?" His friend asked.

Caleb's face darkened, and he was silent for a longer moment, "Oliver is on a mission. He won't be back for several months."

"As long as he doesn't come back, Willow won't know."

"Once Daisy has the baby, I'll send her and the child abroad."

I leaned against the hallway wall, utterly cold, my limbs refusing to obey.

My heart felt like it was being violently seized and then ripped apart, making me break out in a cold sweat.

On my way here, I was still thinking that, for his brother's sake, I would endure it and work with him to figure out how to handle the public outcry.

But it turned out his brother wasn't dead at all.

And Daisy, whom I had genuinely cared for for two months, wasn't his brother's girlfriend at all. She was my husband's mistress.

The shopping trips I took her on, the gifts I picked out for her, the comforting words I spoke to her, all became a complete joke.

Caleb, who had constantly vowed to love only me forever, cheated on me after three years of marriage.

He neglected his wife at home to have an affair with a woman who reminded him of my past self, and they even had a child.

Not only that, he brazenly brought his mistress right in front of me, confidently expecting me to care for her.

Caleb, you are truly audacious.

That evening, Caleb returned home and, as expected, brought up the sham divorce to calm the public.

His words were sincere, his tone gentle, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, "It's just temporary. Trust me."

Caleb probably expected me to cry and make a scene.

Instead, I accepted it without a word.

Caleb visibly relaxed. He thought he had appeased me.

He didn't know that what I agreed to wasn't a sham divorce at all.

What I wanted was a real departure.

I snapped back to reality, put away the divorce decree, and went out to do two things.