Shattered Vows

1
It was two in the morning when I received a strange call.

"Hello, is this the customer with the last four digits 8888? I’ve brought the adult toys you ordered. Could you open the door? I've been waiting for half an hour!"

I hung up, then opened the delivery app, only to find a new order from my wife. The delivery address was the Grand Royale Hotel.

I had no idea what was going on until I took a closer look.

It hit me hard—my wife had been hiding something right above my head.

Instinctively, I opened up the “Intimacy Pay” records I’d set up for her. To my shock, she had visited three hotels in one night.

I couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly, shaking my head. I clicked on our conversation and typed,
"Impressive. Even the most dedicated professionals aren't as hardworking as you."

Like attracts like, and in this case, the chicken had strayed from the coop.
A cheating woman is as good as a dog—worthless.

I froze when I saw the order on my phone. I was wide awake now, the sleep completely gone.
What on earth was Sophia doing at a hotel at 2 a.m.?

I sat up straight and started calling her.
First ring, second ring, third...
It took until the seventeenth call before she finally answered. Her voice was uneven, breathless, but filled with impatience.

"David Lancaster, are you out of your mind? What are you calling for in the middle of the night?"
"You don’t know I’m a morning person?"
I was taken aback.
"Sophia, are you asleep?"
"Obviously. What do you think, I’m sleepwalking?"
Sophia yawned in annoyance. "If you're sick, go see a doctor. Stop bothering me at this hour."
I couldn’t hold back anymore and raised my voice.
"Sophia, it’s the New Year. Instead of sleeping at home, you’re running off to sleep elsewhere?"
She yawned again. "I can sleep wherever I want. If you keep this up, I’m divorcing you."
I didn’t say another word. I just hung up. My chest felt like it was being crushed by a boulder, and I could hardly breathe.

At that moment, the delivery app showed that the order had been delivered.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and stayed awake until morning.

The next morning, I immediately told my buddy, Chris Walsh, about the situation.

Chris looked at me seriously, furrowing his brows.
"David, looks like your head’s in a full-on green pasture. That woman is something else."

With that, Chris dialed Sophia’s number right in front of me.
"Sophia, I need a favor."
"Our company is working on profit calculations, and you’re great with people, always taking folks out for lunch or coffee. I was wondering if I could get the expenses from your app categorized as company expenses. What do you think?"
I glanced at Chris and immediately understood what he was up to.
The phone was silent for a few seconds, and I suppressed the disgust I felt, saying into the receiver,
"Sweetheart, just go ahead and do it. I’ll have the finance department reimburse you."

Sophia didn’t think much of it and followed my instructions step by step.

Before long, an email from her popped into my inbox.
I opened it with trembling hands. A detailed list of transactions stared back at me.

My eyes scanned the screen rapidly. The more I read, the darker my mood grew, and my fists clenched instinctively.

Sophia probably didn’t realize how detailed the records were—every purchase, down to the year, month, day, and even the exact minute!

Chris leaned over to have a look and went silent.
"Man, your wife’s really something. She went to three hotels in one night. How many old men did she meet?"

I glared at the screen, my eyes stinging.
I compiled a list of her hotel visits and adult product purchases and highlighted them in bright green.

She had cheated on me so many times, and I never noticed once.
At that moment, I was done. My heart was officially broken.

Just then, Sophia sent another message at the worst possible time.
"Honey, don’t forget to buy me my favorite roast chicken tonight."
Looking at the message, I felt my stomach churn.

Fighting back my rage, I typed back,
"Roast chicken? I think you’re the chicken here!"
"Sophia, you’re even more dedicated than the women in that line of work."

Three minutes later, her call came through. She wasted no time, launching into a tirade.
"David Lancaster, do you have some kind of delusion? I’m your wife, how could you say something like that? If you don’t want to buy me roast chicken, just say it. But stop acting so cheap, it’s not a new thing."

I glanced at the glowing green screen on my computer and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
"Oh, right, right, you still remember you’re my wife?"
"You went to three hotels in one night and didn’t even think about being my wife when you were buying those toys?"
"Sophia, you really think I’m some fool, huh?"

The truth was undeniable—my whole world had just collapsed.

2
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Sophia’s voice became more forceful. "David Lancaster, you're really arguing with me over this?"
"I went to the hotel to meet a client. Do you seriously think this is worth flipping out over?"
I slammed my hand on the table, my eyes bloodshot as I shouted into the phone.
"Sophia! What kind of client meets you at three in the morning, running around talking business while everyone else is asleep?"
"Now I get it. You were so nice last night, giving me a massage and making me warm milk. Turns out, you were just rushing off to sleep with some old man!"
"David Lancaster! Enough!"
Sophia sounded angrier than I was.
"I didn’t tell you because I knew you'd react like this! You just can’t control your wild imagination!"
"You're always paranoid. If you’re not tired, I sure am!"
Even though I had already given up on Sophia, the thought of seven years of relationship made my voice shake.
"Sophia, have I ever treated you badly over these seven years? I’d have given you my heart, liver, and kidneys if it meant you were happy! And this is how you repay me?"
"Have you even looked at your own payment records? You’ve been cheating, and I even set up that intimacy service for you! Do you even see me as a person anymore?"
There was a brief silence on the other end, and then, Sophia finally seemed to realize what had happened.
"David Lancaster! So you weren’t planning on reimbursing me—you were just checking up on me!"
"We’ve been married for seven years, and now there’s no trust between us?"
"Don’t forget, if it weren’t for me bringing in clients, your pathetic little company would’ve folded long ago!"
She wasn’t wrong. The company had been born out of a fallout with my parents, and I had left the Lancaster Family to start it on my own.
In the early days, when I was desperate, she had worked hard to secure investments and bring in clients for me.
That’s why I had always done everything I could for her.
I never held back. Hermes bags, jewelry from Van Cleef & Arpels—her closet was practically bursting with it.
But now that the company was stable, there was no need for her to grovel and beg for clients anymore.
Sophia thought I was a fool.
I sighed heavily, forcing myself to calm down.
"Sophia, let’s get a divorce."
"We’ve gone down different paths, we’re not right for each other."
Before she could respond, I hung up the phone and immediately sent the prepared divorce papers to her hotel. I deleted and blocked all of her contact details.
My motivation for work vanished in an instant, so I decided to give the staff the afternoon off.
Then, I headed out to a nightclub with Chris Walsh.
The music inside was deafening, the colorful lights flashing so fast my eyes couldn’t keep up. The air was thick with alcohol, and I felt dizzy for a moment.
One whiskey after another, the sharp taste filled my mouth.
Suddenly, I remembered our sixth wedding anniversary last year.
Not long after I got home that day, I felt a sudden sharp pain in my lower abdomen. The pain was so intense it made me break out in cold sweat.
I gritted my teeth, realizing I might have acute appendicitis.
I grabbed my phone to call an ambulance, but I realized the nearest hospital would take at least half an hour to get there.
Then I remembered Sophia was out shopping at the nearby mall.
I called her, and she answered with irritation in her voice.
"I'm busy shopping. Go to the hospital by yourself. When you get back, I’ll make you something to eat."
She hung up without another word.
I stared at the dial tone, a chill creeping down my spine.
To make her believe I was in excruciating pain, I called her on video.
As soon as the video call connected, Sophia’s angry shout nearly burst my eardrums.
"Are you kidding? It’s just a stomach ache! You’re a grown man and don’t know how to go to the hospital? Stomach pains won’t kill you, but if you keep bothering me, I’ll divorce you!"
I curled up on the floor, pale and weak, but even in that state, she still couldn’t care less.
That night, in the hospital, I stupidly started to second-guess myself—maybe I was overreacting?
The next morning, after leaving the hospital, I immediately bought her a Cartier diamond necklace.
But when I checked her payment records, I saw that from midnight to 5 a.m., she had been to two hotels—couple hotels.
She really had it all planned out.
At that moment, I realized seven years of marriage had been nothing but a joke.

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