"Your husband cheated!"
When she received Penelope's call, Cynthia was finally modifying her recent wedding dress design.
The brush in Cynthia's hand suddenly pulled, drawing an ugly failure on the design that was close to be done.
"What are you talking about?" Her mind was a chaotic blank. In an instant, she felt that what she had an illusion.
Penelope said word by word, "I said that your ingrate husband has cheated! Golden Morning International Hotel, Room 1102, hurry up and come over!"
Cynthia did not know why she hung up the phone. She was stunned for at least half a minute.
A sharp sound of a car came from outside the window awoke her. She forgot to throw away the brush in her hand and rushed out.
Marshall had cheated. These words stabbed into her heart like knives. The pain made her soft all over. After running for a few steps, she fell and knocked over the spare easel on the side.
Everything fell to the ground in pieces.
The subordinates outside the office heard the commotion and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Cynthia could not say a word, so she only got up and continued to run.
She and Marshall had been married for two years and their relationship had always been very cold. This was due to the compulsive nature of this marriage.
The marriage between her family and the James' family was a deal.
Grandpa liked her and her family background. In addition, everyone knew that she, Cynthia, had loved Marshall since she was young. Grandpa felt that she was the most suitable person for his grandson, so he forced her, who was suitable for marriage, to marry him.
However, she was married, and Marshall still didn't like her.
He rarely went home.
Cynthia knew that he did not like her and did not like this forced marriage, but she always felt that as time passed, Marshall would be touched by her one day. As long as the two of them got along with each other more.
However, she never thought that one day, Marshall would cheat on her.
As she drove, Cynthia rushed to the Golden Morning International Hotel at lightning speed.
"Cynthia, you're finally here!" Penelope quickly ran over, grabbing Cynthia's wrist and running towards the elevator without stopping.
"The adulterers have been in the room for half an hour!" As Penelope walked, she said, "Perhaps all the things that should be done have been done!"
Cynthia followed Penelope's footsteps with difficulty. Her mind was still blank. Every word that came out of Penelope's mouth fell into her ears like a wave. The sound that came was very clear, but it had no shape or meaning.
"If Marshall really cheats, Cynthia, divorce him on the spot, don't talk nonsense!" Cynthia finally heard what Penelope said clearly.
"Divorce …" She repeated in a daze, feeling that this word was incomparably unfamiliar.
Penelope gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, divorce. He hangs out with his childhood sweetheart every day. You've suffered countless grievances over the years and have to get divorced."
Cynthia's voice was hoarse, and her words were stuck in her throat. It was extremely difficult for her to say, "What if it was a misunderstanding …"
Penelope sneered and took out her room card, "Do you have a misunderstanding? You'll see with your own eyes in a moment!"
As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the hotel room. Penelope opened the door and rushed in first.
"Marshall, you bastard!" Penelope's furious voice followed closely. There was also the ear—piercing scream of a woman, as well as the mellow voice of a man that Cynthia was extremely familiar with.
"Penelope, what are you doing here?"
Cynthia stood at the door, facing the darkness in front of her, unable to move a step.
She felt like she was dreaming, a nightmare.
"Cynthia, come in and take a look! Your husband is currently lying in bed with a woman!" Penelope shouted loudly, but Cynthia felt that she did not understand this sentence. Her voice reached her head and turned into shattered pieces.
The room continued to ring with chaotic sounds, as well as the pitiful cries of the woman and Marshall's angry voice.
Penelope rushed out of the room again and turned on the lights in the room. Then, she dragged Cynthia into the room and pointed at the two people in the room for her to see.
Marshall stood beside the bed, only wearing a shirt. Half of the buttons were unbuttoned. There were a few conspicuous red lipstick marks printed on it. His usually meticulous black hair landed on his forehead in a messy manner. His eyebrows were handsome and sharp, and his eyes were staring at the person in front of him.
The woman on the bed also looked familiar. Her hair was still wet, and she was only wrapped in a bath towel, exposing her white shoulders and legs. She helplessly shrunk her body. She grabbed Marshall's arm with her other hand and shivered as she dodged into Marshall's embrace.
Marshall pulled the blanket aside and wrapped it around Darcy's delicate body. His posture and movements were filled with care and love.
His gaze was ice—cold when he looked at Cynthia.
"Cynthia, why did you barge in?"
Cynthia opened her eyes wide and looked at him. Her heart contracted, causing her heart to ache. Even her voice trembled.
"Marshall, did you and Darcy do it?" She asked straightforwardly, but she still had some luck in her heart. What if it was a misunderstanding?
What if he only sent Darcy to rest?
"Cynthia, what kind of trick do you want to play?" Marshall did not answer Cynthia's question. Perhaps he was disdainful of answering her question. He merely asked with a cold and forceful attitude, "How did you know that I was here with her? Are you still sending people to follow me?"
When he said the last sentence, his voice carried anger that was like gnashing his teeth.
This woman was like a madman and a pervert during her first half year of marriage, sending people to follow him every day.
It was really annoying.
Cynthia's eyes were so hollow that she looked at Marshall's face, only to feel unfamiliar as never before!
He was caught cheating on her, but his attitude was even more aggressive and arrogant than her.
Could it be that in his heart, their marriage was so worthless?
Penelope said, "Cynthia, what nonsense are you talking about? Look at the looks of these two people. Perhaps they have done it countless times!"
Cynthia's eyelashes trembled, and her heart felt as if it was tightly pinched by someone. She stared at Marshall blankly, her face pale.
But … if he retorted, she would believe him.
As long as he did that.
However, Marshall only knitted his eyebrows, raised his slender and beautiful fingers, and pointed at the door. His graceful thin lips spat out an extremely hurtful sentence, "Cynthia, get out of here!"
Cynthia's body trembled, her eyes darkened, and she almost knelt down.
Not only did he not give her a single word of explanation, he even told her to scram instead.
From the looks of it today, this two—year marriage was simply a joke that she was determined to do as she pleased.
The so—called long—lasting love was a fairy tale.
Cynthia closed her eyes and forcefully dispersed the darkness in her eyes. When she opened her eyes again to look at Marshall, there was only despair in her eyes.
She slowly said word by word, "Marshall, I admit defeat. Let's divorce …"
