My Cheater Ex-wife Wants Me Back Badly

On our third wedding anniversary, my wife, Sylvia Hearn, was caught adultery in the act by me.

However, Sylvia didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. Instead, she even called her mother, Margaret Holbrook, over to accuse me.

I asked for a divorce, but Sylvia said, "You have been supported by me all these years. What makes you think you have the qualification to ask me for a divorce?"

But Sylvia forgot that it was me who gave up the promotion opportunity for her back then.

1

I stood at the door of a room in a hotel, trembling incessantly all over.

The familiar moans in the room kept sounding. It was clearly Sylvia Hearn's voice.

I couldn't bear it anymore and I kicked open the door.

The man's panting and her screams were coming one after another. Sylvia hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover her body. At the same time, she grabbed the ashtray on the bedside table, threw it toward me, and cursed in a sharp voice, "Ronald Denson, what is wrong with you?"

The ashtray hit my head, creating a gash. Blood streamed down my cheek, and I began to feel physical pain in my head. But it was nothing compared to the excruciating pain in my heart.

The two of them quickly put on their clothes, while I stood still in a daze.

"What were you doing?"

I struggled to speak, but my voice was hoarse. I felt so bitter in my heart.

There was already a crowd of onlookers outside the room. Noticing this, Sylvia showed an unpleasant expression on her face and gave me a cold glance.

Then, she said, "Aren't you ashamed? Go back now. We'll talk about it later!"

I suddenly felt like the woman in front of me was a total stranger. The Sylvia I knew was like a little rabbit. Whenever she made a mistake, she would plead for my forgiveness with tearful eyes. How could she possibly shift the blame onto me, saying that I shouldn't have caught her cheating on me and made her so embarrassed?

The eyes of the crowd embarrassed me greatly. I paid for the broken door and quickly got into the car.

Sylvia was resting in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. I sat in the driver's seat, my fingers trembling non-stop. I tried to fasten the seatbelt several times but failed.

I murmured, "Why..."

My voice sounded a bit hollow, and I felt a dense pain spreading in my heart.

2

Today was the third anniversary of my marriage with Sylvia.

In the past few weeks, she had been very busy with her business at the company. Because of that, the time we spent together had become less, and Sylvia had also become a bit distant towards me. I wanted to strengthen our relationship on this anniversary, so I made a reservation at a restaurant and ordered fresh flowers in advance.

But when I had been waiting alone in the restaurant for three hours, Sylvia called me and said, "Ronald, I can't have dinner with you today. I have to attend a business dinner."

I looked at the cold steak in front of me, and my heart ached a little. I said to Sylvia, "But it's our anniversary today, and I've been waiting for you for three hours...