It had been a few months since Tristan and Chelsea became WhatsApp contacts. However, their chat history seemed to stretch on way longer than that.

Leticia spent a long time scrolling all the way to the top.

The first text message came from Chelsea. Apparently, she was the one who had added Tristan as a contact on WhatsApp.

"Hi there, Tristan! I'm Bernard's younger sister, Chelsea! I look forward to working with you!"

After that, she sent a few cute stickers that came with hearts.

Tristan only responded to the messages after a few days. He sounded very cold and detached.

"Don't send such things to me. My wife doesn't like seeing them."

Chelsea just responded with a sad sticker. After that, the topic was dropped.

Since then, Chelsea continued to spam Tristan's chat with cute stickers. Still, he never responded to any of them. Even when she confessed to him on WhatsApp, he chose to ignore it.

But one day, he took the initiative to text her out of the blue.

"I had too much to drink last night. Let's pretend it never happened. How much do you want from me? Name your price.

"Letty had better not know about this. Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook!"

Chelsea hesitated for a moment. Then, she sent Tristan a photo of her naked body.

"Tristan, I'm younger and tighter than Leticia. Do you really not like me? But if that were the case, then why were you so rough and brutal to me last night? You left marks all over my body…"

Typically speaking, Tristan wouldn't hesitate to verbally insult the women who dared to send him their nudes. But this time, he didn't say anything.

Since then, they had become friends with benefits.

Leticia remembered the countless moments when Tristan had ditched her with excuses of his own. It turned out that he had spent those times with Chelsea instead.

He had turned up late at her own birthday banquet. Also, he had left abruptly in the middle of their seventh-year anniversary celebration. Heck, there was even one time when their vacation was suddenly delayed.

On the night of Tristan and Leticia's seventh-year anniversary, it appeared that Tristan had sent Chelsea a photo of a set of sexy lingerie when Leticia made her wish for one full minute. The accompanying caption was written in a flippant manner.

"If you wear this, I'll come over and keep you company."

Also, Chelsea had brought up Leticia's necklace more than once in front of Tristan. She kept emphasizing how much she liked that necklace.

"Tristan, I really, really like that necklace! Come on, just let me wear it just this once!"

At first, Tristan turned her down coldly. "I'll buy you another necklace. You can pick it out yourself."

But Chelsea refused to relent. "No way! I just want this necklace! There's only one necklace just like that in this world! Leticia has been wearing it for such a long time anyway! It shouldn't be a big deal for me to wear it once, right?"

After that, Chelsea kept spamming Tristan's chat with cute and pouting stickers the whole time. Finally, he gave in.

"Alright, settle down. I'll bring the necklace over to you."

Chelsea was elated, to say the least. She was quick to respond with a photo of a box of condoms sitting in a drawer.

"I'll reward you with these babies!"

Tristan had instantly replied, "Those aren't enough to satiate me."

The more Leticia read, the faster her emotional breakdown approached. She could only grip her phone tightly as her face turned pale. It felt as though she was struck by lightning.

Teardrops splattered all over the phone screen. Leticia felt so hollow on the inside. Her body was trembling so much that she couldn't stop herself at all.

She couldn't believe what she just saw. How could she ever believe her eyes?

To think that Tristan had been sleeping with another woman during the times Leticia had spent waiting for him to return home while planning their future together. The worst thing was that she was even asleep during some of the times Tristan had spent hooking up with Chelsea.

But the thing was, this was Tristan Colton, the man who loved her with all his heart. He was also the man who claimed that he'd love her for the rest of his life.

As Leticia continued to scroll through the depraved chat history, she felt intense pain flaring from her heart.

Suddenly, she clutched her chest, feeling as though she could no longer breathe from the pain. The next thing she knew, everything faded to black. At the same time, her body keeled over in a dead faint.

Leticia had no idea how long she had been unconscious. By the time she woke up, she was already in the hospital.

She opened her eyes to see the worried Tristan by her side. The moment she saw him, she felt her heart being wrenched in immense pain once again.

Every word Tristan had texted to Chelsea, every time he had flirted with her… The evidence of his adultery was plunged into Leticia's heart like sharp blades.

Tears streamed down her cheeks all of a sudden. She opened her mouth, soon realizing that she couldn't utter a word.

The pain flaring from Leticia's chest was so intense that she thought she was about to die on the spot. All she could do was clutch her chest while biting her lower lip desperately. Silent sobs escaped from her lips at the same time.

Tristan was stunned when he saw how terrible Leticia looked. He rang the doctor over in a fit of panic before enveloping her in a tight hug.

"Letty, are you in pain? Don't be scared! I'm here now! I'll always stay by your side!"

All the doctors in the hospital crowded around Leticia as they performed check-ups on her anxiously. After a series of check-ups, the doctors finally drew a uniformed conclusion.

"Mr. Colton, Mrs. Colton has been afflicted with aphasia due to an emotional trigger."

Tristan froze instantly. A dark glint crossed his eyes instantly.

"Who? Who was the one that triggered Letty?"

After that, he summoned his assistant. There, he announced that he'd tear through the entire city just to find the one who had hurt Leticia greatly.

The assistant left the ward in a hurry after that. Soon, Tristan and Leticia were the only ones left in the ward.

Leticia remained trapped in Tristan's arms. No matter how much he comforted her, she remained unmoved. All she did was cry quietly as though she was a living marionette.

Needless to say, Tristan was extremely anxious. He could only hold her tightly while whispering comforting words into her ear.

"Letty, what happened to you? Please tell me, okay? Who hurt you? I'll subject that person to a fate that's a hundred times worse than what they've done to you!"

Tears continued running down Leticia's cheeks silently. She bit her lower lip so much that it began bleeding.

The one who hurt her the most was also the one she loved the most.

Tristan skipped work in the next few days just so he could focus on taking care of Leticia at the hospital. Still, her condition remained the same. She didn't show any trace of emotion, nor did she utter a word.

That was when Tristan remembered that Leticia loved eating the pastries from Southern Journ whenever she had a bad appetite. So, he drove all the way there to buy the pastries.

Surprisingly enough, Chelsea dropped by to visit Leticia during Tristan's absence.

Leticia's current condition seemed to please Chelsea greatly. She smiled as she placed the bunch of white lilies in a vase sitting on the nightstand. Clearly, she looked quite smug.

"Leticia, I bought your favorite white lilies. You must be wondering why I know you like white lilies, right? That's because you and I share the same favorite flower. That's why Tristan buys me a bouquet of white lilies whenever he buys white lilies for you!"

When Leticia recalled the memory of Tristan returning home with a bouquet of flowers every night, she felt extremely nauseous all of a sudden.

She gazed at Chelsea, noting the smugness on the latter's face.

"Leticia, you and Tristan have been together for seven years. It doesn't matter how much he loves you—at the end of the day, he's tired of sleeping with you.

"Men are all the same. They like keeping things fresh. Tristan told me before that he prefers having sex with me rather than you."

Every word Chelsea uttered was filthy yet ruthless. Leticia's heart trembled after hearing everything Chelsea had to say.

She kept trembling the whole time, her hands already curled into fists. She didn't even notice the way her nails dug into her palms.

Chelsea continued maintaining her overly casual façade as she dug out her phone from her pocket. After locating a few photos, she passed her phone to Leticia.

"Look at the photos, Leticia. Were you and Tristan this wild in bed?"

Leticia did her best to escape from Chelsea's phone. In the end, she couldn't stop herself from glancing at the screen.

The moment her eyes focused on the bare bodies being entwined with each other on the screen, she couldn't hold her nausea back anymore. As a result, she began dry heaving while leaning to the side of the bed.

After Chelsea left, Leticia began smashing everything in the ward as though she had gone crazy. Her eyes now bloodshot, she made sure to smash everything that was within her line of sight.

When Tristan opened the door, all he saw was a total mess in the ward. That, and the fact that Leticia was standing on glass shards with her feet bare, her bloodshot eyes glaring daggers at him.

Panic took over his features in an instant. He rushed over immediately with the intention of pulling Leticia into his arms.

The glass shards pierced through Leticia's bare feet, leaving smears of blood everywhere. But it was as though Leticia couldn't feel any physical pain at all. All she did was stare at Tristan numbly.

This was Tristan's first time feeling this alarmed. His heart hurt so much that he thought it was about to shatter on the spot.

He tried to hug Leticia, but she kept struggling against him. In fact, she kept gripping his arms tightly. Finally, she broke down in loud sobs.

"I want to go home… Let me go home…"

These were the first words Leticia said after one week of silence.

Tristan was elated, to say the least. He responded by hugging Leticia tightly.

"Okay! Let's go home, alright? I'll take you home right now!"

Leticia could only slacken her grip on Tristan's arms helplessly. Tears continued to fall from her eyes.

She had already lost her home a long time ago. She could no longer return to her actual home.

Leticia had given up everything for Tristan's sake, so now, she didn't have a sanctuary of her own that she could call "home".

She had no idea how she got this outcome in the end. Of course, she failed to understand the reason why everything was falling apart.

Leticia and Tristan were deeply in love with each other, right? Everything was progressing well till the endgame. Their bright future lay ahead of them. If they continued down this path, they'd definitely achieve their happy ending.

So, why did Tristan stop halfway down the path and choose to take another woman's hand instead?

Once Tristan and Leticia got home, they saw Chelsea hanging out in the living room. She sat on the couch while drinking her favorite juice from her own mug as though she was the actual lady of the house.

Leticia's expression darkened instantly. Her body now trembling, she turned to look at Tristan while doing her best to keep her emotions under control.

"Tell her to leave. Right. Now."

Tristan didn't expect Leticia to make such a request. He seemed to be hesitant.

But Leticia was quick to interrupt him before he could come up with an excuse. "I'll leave if she doesn't leave."

Tristan quickly held her in his arms nervously. "Nonsense! You're the lady of the house, Letty! Where else can you go if you leave our home?"

After that, he turned to look at Chelsea. "Letty doesn't want you to stay here any longer. You should move out of this place."

Chelsea didn't argue with Tristan. She merely shot him a glance before heading upstairs to grab her luggage. After that, she left.

Once Leticia witnessed Chelsea leaving the mansion, she finally ascended the stairs. Then, she slammed the bedroom door behind her before locking herself inside the room.

Triston knocked on the door gently, hoping to appease Leticia with his words.

"Letty, why don't you tell me what's going on, hmm? Don't keep it to yourself. Haven't you always wanted to travel to Malbury? We'll take our private jet there. I can spend an entire month relaxing there with you.

"Letty, I've whipped up your favorite honey-glazed pork ribs. Open the door and try them out. Come on, just one bite."

But no matter what Tristan did—be it begging or coaxing—Leticia didn't say a word, nor did she acknowledge his presence.

Poor Tristan was burning with anxiety. Leticia could hear his booming thoughts through the door clearly.

[What on earth happened to Letty? She's not eating or drinking anything! What should I do if her health declines? I'm willing to do anything as long as Letty starts eating!

[Oh, Letty… Are you trying to give me a heart attack?]

Leticia leaned against the door before sliding downward weakly.

Why? Why did Tristan still choose to betray and hurt her despite loving her with all his heart?

Was it actually possible for a man to be in love with two women at the same time?