Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1 Breadcrumbs of Clues

As night fell, I could finally relax after putting my daughter to bed. I grabbed my phone and mindlessly scrolled through TikTok when a street fashion live broadcast caught my eye.

I straightened up and focused on the screen, but the host had already switched the camera angle. My heart pounded, and my hands started to feel clammy as I held my phone. I checked the time and confirmed it was a live broadcast happening in the same city.

Then I hurriedly exited TikTok and video-called my husband, Matthew Murphy.

He was supposed to be on a three-day business trip in Canta, yet I just saw him on the live broadcast with another woman in his arms. The phone rang for a long while before he finally answered the call.

Matthew’s camera shook slightly, and his handsome face appeared on my phone’s screen. He greeted me warmly, “Hey, honey!”

“Where are you?” I asked urgently as my eyes scanned the footage from his end. He looked like he was in a corridor of a restaurant, and he was wearing a white shirt and tie. However, the figure I saw in the live broadcast wore a gray windbreaker.

“I’m having dinner with a client. I came out to answer your call. What’s up? Is there something wrong? Is Ava asleep?” He asked.

“Are you in Canta?” I sidestepped his question and asked again.

wrong?” He looked at me seriously

asked, “When are you

affectionately at me, full of love. “I’ll try to come home as

blew a kiss to me and then hung up the

myself for being suspicious. Matthew was an extraordinary, handsome, and doting husband, even though he was just a pauper when we first

a sickly younger sister from the city, I chose him among my many admirers because

my parents’ house as collateral to start a supply company with him and stayed by his side. Matthew was responsible for sourcing while I tirelessly dealt with clients to the point I almost suffered from

pregnant, I decided to stop and entrusted the company to my husband while I focused on raising our

daughter, had turned four. We led a comfortable and well-off life as a family of

felt so guilty that we didn’t have a wedding ceremony that he promised to provide for me and make up

a husband

lips and smiled, realizing I had watched too many TV shows that evoked such ridiculous thoughts. When I laid back in bed, I still thought about the fleeting figure on the TikTok

too much. Also, the windbreaker looked familiar as it was the one I had ironed for him before his business trip. That meant the

creating a heartwarming atmosphere. I rushed to the kitchen happily to prepare

we sat to eat and casually said, “There’s a strong smell of oil