Chapter 97: Cheating Is Either Zero Times or Infinite Times

After having dinner, John, as usual, returned to his room to review his lessons.

Grace, on the other hand, went back to her own bedroom.

Initially, she wanted to pick up her phone and send a video to Mark.

But considering the time difference, she eventually gave up.

In fact, as Grace's husband, Mark has been very unqualified during this period. He not only knows nothing about Grace's affairs but also was not by her side when Grace was hurt. When she came to Mark to heal her wounds, he stabbed her with the harsh reality.

Faced with all this, it is conceivable that Grace felt sad, heartbroken, and painful.

Although she stopped crying because John walked in, from the moment she got on the plane to the moment she got home, all the grievances and pain came flooding over her like a breached dam.

She was like a rudderless boat, losing its direction in the storm.

Grace, who put down her phone, lay on the bed.

But she didn't feel the slightest warmth. On the contrary, she felt cold all over. The empty room had no sign of human presence. With the light off, it seemed particularly desolate and lonely.

In Grace's mind, memories of her and Mark played like a movie, from the time they met, fell in love, got married, and lived together. Countless beautiful memories flooded into Grace's mind, bringing her even more sadness and heartache.

Cheating is either zero times or infinite times.

Once a person cheats, no matter how much they love each other, there is a crack in each other's hearts.

Now Mark is caught between Grace and Dr. Maya. Although he thinks of Grace in his heart, most of the time, he still thinks of Dr. Maya a little more. After all, the thrill and beauty of an affair are something no man can refuse.

The woman at home is never as tempting as the woman outside.

The temptation that Mark's affair brought him would be converted into how much sadness and loss for Grace. Lying alone in bed, she lay with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Grace didn't know how many times she had cried like this, nor did she know how many tears she had shed since she got on the plane.

Even though she knew that sadness couldn't bring back the fact that her husband had an affair, she still couldn't help but cry and feel heartbroken. The empty room and the boundless darkness enveloped her like surging waves.

At this moment, Grace felt unprecedented loneliness and discomfort. The large room seemed like an uninhabited cage, tightly enveloping Grace, with no warmth or care.

The beautiful scenes of the past now seemed so ridiculous and mocking.

Grace didn't know how to face it or how to forgive. Even if she had been raped by the security guard Thorne, it was far less painful than finding out that Mark had an affair. Her husband, her support, the person she had willingly entrusted her life to, had betrayed her and slept with another woman.

What's more, when she went to see him, he actually had the nerve to sleep with that woman and laugh, hiding everything well and acting in front of her.

Thinking of this, Grace felt a suffocating discomfort in her chest, as if she couldn't spit out a wad of phlegm.

In fact... Grace is not stupid. On the night Mark sent a message on WhatsApp saying he had to work overtime, which was the same night he went to the movies with Dr. Maya, Grace had already guessed more or less. She just didn't reveal it.

Moreover, she pretended well in front of Mark. She said she was leaving for John's sake, but in fact, she was deeply hurt by the fact that Mark had an affair with Dr. Maya. However, Grace pretended so well that Mark didn't notice.

Now Mark is still on the other side of the earth, flirting with Dr. Maya, with no idea that his wife, the deeply loving Grace, is suffering such torture and bitterness alone at this moment.

Lying in bed, her tears soaked the pillow.

Time passed by second by second. The night in the quiet room was as thick as glue. The scenes of the past kept rolling in, tormenting Grace's body and mind.

She closed her eyes, feeling even more annoyed, and finally sat up from the bed. At this moment, Grace herself didn't understand what she was thinking, nor did she know why she wanted to get out of bed. Perhaps it was because she needed warmth and comfort so much?

She quietly opened the door. The light was still on in John's room opposite. The orange light spread in through the gap under the door and fell into Grace's eyes.

It was like the sudden sunlight piercing through the dark and quiet sky. The light on the floor was reflected into Grace's pupils and kept amplifying in her heart... and amplifying... and amplifying.

It was like a lost traveler in the desert suddenly seeing a pool of spring water ahead.

Grace's lifeless eyes slowly lit up with charming brilliance. She went back to her room, hugged her pillow, and slowly walked to John's door.

The light seeping from under the door indicated that John was not asleep yet. Grace, wearing a thin nightgown and hugging her pillow, stood in front of the door like a little girl seeking her mother's comfort.

Although the tear stains on her face had faded a lot, there was still a bit of sorrow and desolation between her eyebrows.

She stood still in front of the door for a while and then quietly raised her hand to knock on John's door.

But just as Grace's hand was about to knock on John's door, "bang," the light in John's room suddenly went out, and those beams of light instantly disappeared from Grace's sight...