To him, our home became nothing more than a temporary stopover.
I, in turn, became an obstacle to his pursuit of excitement and novelty.
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That night, outside, the city was lit up, bustling with life.
Inside, I sat in the dark, alone and growing cold.
Staring at the flood of congratulatory comments on his Instagram post, I spoke to the empty room with a bitter smile, "Congratulations, Dereck. Truly, congratulations."
"Neither my child nor the mistress’s child belongs to you."
The next day.
I attended a celebratory banquet in honor of Dereck’s successful endorsement of the German luxury brand Jil Sander.
The brand’s executives appreciated his relatable charm, hoping to further tap into the French market.
The brand’s senior manager raised his glass to toast Dereck.
For a moment, something unreadable flickered in Dereck’s eyes.
Taking advantage of his tipsy state, the German executive commented in German, "Your manager has such a sexy figure."
Dereck had spent an entire month learning German for this deal.
With a relaxed expression, he replied fluently, "She’s quite enjoyable, and very open in bed."