✔Love After Marriage [Taennie Adaption]

3

Taehyung didn't show up that night.

He broke his promise.

I was about to leave at 5 pm when I got a text from the secretary.

Taehyung had an urgent meeting and couldn't dine with me.

This had happened many times in five years, and I was used to it, so I changed my clothes and ate alone.

After dinner, I sat by the window, watching the sky turn dark, and browsed some videos on my phone.

Then, I saw Taehyung in a popular video.

He was with someone else.

It was Irene.

They sat across each other, with Taehyung's company café behind them.

The blogger, who seemed to work for Taehyung, said excitedly in the video,

"Look at our company's benefits; we can see Big BOSS and the famous Principal Irene having coffee after work, and Principal Irene is even prettier than on TV; I want to ask for her autograph!"

The video was posted five minutes ago.

The comments were full of compliments.

"What a handsome boss and a beautiful teacher, so eye-catching, so jealous of the blogger!"

"Is your company hiring? I want to join too."

I watched silently for a long time and turned off my phone.

Taehyung ditched me for Irene.

I felt it was normal for him to do that.

Even though I was his wife, I felt he didn't care about me.

Maybe he never compared me with Irene.

Maybe I was nothing to him.

At nine-thirty, Taehyung finally came back.

"What did you eat?"

He sat next to me and asked about my dinner for once.

I didn't answer but asked him softly,

"Did you cancel tonight because of Irene?"

He froze, surprised and angry.

"Who told you that..."

I shook my head.

"No one, I saw it on a video."

He sighed softly.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be paranoid."

"Don't worry, there's nothing between her and me; I just donated to her school anonymously. I don't know who leaked it; she brought the TV station to thank me. She was hurrying, so I agreed to do some interviews."

He sat down next to me.

"We met at the company cafe; many staff were there."

"Honey," he stroked my hair.

"We've been married for five years; we trust each other, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"I think I'll have time tomorrow. Let's go to that Cantonese restaurant..."

"Taehyung, "

I interrupted him.

"I don't like Cantonese food; I only said that because you like it, and I wanted to eat with you more."

He froze.

"Do you know what kind of food I love?"

He didn't say anything.

Of course, he didn't know.

Nor did he ever care.

I couldn't hold back the emotions I had suppressed for hours. I wanted to scream at him, but I still asked him the cruel question:

"So you remember that Irene loves black tea and kosher food, but you don't know what your wife loves?"

"Honey," he frowned. "

We can talk about whatever you're unhappy with me, but don't involve Irene in this."

As expected, he couldn't stand one sentence from me.

"Tonight, I do have something to talk to you about."

I took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Taehyung, let's get a divorce."