My Husband's Regret Came After Our Son Died

In our ten years of marriage, Dwayne Cavill changed mistresses every three months. But this time, he had stayed with my assistant, Eva Seyfried, for over five months.

Just when I had given up completely and was ready to file for divorce, our nine-year-old son was diagnosed with leukemia.

The doctor said the best chance of saving him was with cord blood from a second child.

I calculated my ovulation, slipped into lingerie I hadn’t touched in years and waited in the hotel room we’d agreed on to have sex with Dwayne.

But it wasn’t Dwayne who showed up. It was Eva. And behind her, a swarm of reporters, cameras flashing, lenses of all sizes aimed straight at me.

“I told you, didn’t I? The elegant traditional painting master Kate Hemsworth is shacking up with some gym rat in a hotel. Look how cheap she looks in that outfit!”

Under the glare of a hundred lenses, I had no way to defend myself. I could only call Dwayne.

“Why would I go to a hotel to sleep with my wife? Kate, how dare you cheat on me? I will never touch you again. Not in this life.”

He didn’t believe our child was truly ill; all he cared about was destroying me and propping up Eva as some so-called genius painter.

But he forgot that if I hadn’t given birth to the family’s eldest grandson, he would’ve never secured the right to inherit the family fortune.

If our son died, he’d be kicked out without mercy, stripped of everything, left with nothing but the title of a loser.

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“Who would’ve thought that the refined, intellectual traditional painting master had such a filthy side?”

“That contrast, that body, what man could resist?”

“Kate’s Royal Night Banquet just won an international award. This is hot search gold. Hurry up and write a killer headline.”

Even after I forced them out, their voices still bled through the door.

My hands were shaking when my phone lit up with a new message.

[I told you not to compete with Eva for the painting competition. You didn’t listen. This is your punishment.]

Dwayne’s message made my blood boil—I hurled my phone onto the bed without a second thought.

This was an international competition; if I didn’t win, the title wouldn’t go to Eva. She had already been eliminated early on.

But Dwayne still tried to tear me down, just to soothe Eva’s jealousy.

Tears ran down my face as I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm.

My son, Keanu, was still lying in the hospital. I didn’t have the right to break down.

“Since you’ve already taken revenge for her, when will you come to have sex?”

Dwayne called right away.

“Kate, you really are pathetic, aren’t you? After everything, you still want to sleep with me? Should I find you a few gym trainers instead?”

“I only want you. It has to be you.”

He laughed on the other end.

“Since you’re so hopelessly in love with me, I guess I can give you what you want.”

A wave of nausea rose in my chest.

We’d been married ten years. After I gave birth to Keanu and he was named heir of the Cavill Family, Dwayne stopped pretending.

It wasn’t just the occasional fling; he racked up over thirty mistresses.

He was like a stray in heat, chasing after any woman with a decent figure.

Not even my assistant was spared.

No matter how filthy he was, I had to choke back my disgust.

“Name your condition, I’ll agree to anything.”

He laughed, smug and satisfied.

“My demand is simple: come home and paint a portrait of me and Eva. Do that and I’ll help ‘relieve’ your needs.”

I dressed in silence, my hands cold and numb. Before leaving, I looked through old photos of Keanu, his first smile, his first steps, the way he used to cling to me.

Only then did I find the strength to return to the home I once shared with Dwayne.

Two years ago, I moved out. I couldn’t bear for Keanu to grow up watching his father bring strange women into our house.

Back then, I hated myself for not divorcing sooner, for staying in a marriage that was already over.

But now, I was just thankful I still held the title of Mrs. Cavill.

When I stepped into the villa, the housekeeper told me that Mr. Cavill and Miss Seyfried were in the study.