Lovely Triplets: Why's Daddy Jealous Everyday?

Nora Foster stared blankly at the thin critical illness notice.

She had late-stage stomach cancer and she only had three months left to live.

The white paper seemed like a death notice, stabbing her eyes with pain.

Her phone vibrated; it was a message from her husband's lover.

[Isaac is with me, and he was really wild just now.] The attached picture showed a man's bare shoulder. Although the face was not visible, Nora saw the red mole on the shoulder and knew it was Isaac Porter.

[Nora, be sensible and get a divorce, will you?]

[With a filthy woman like you around Isaac, he'll never be happy!]

[You've been married to Isaac for so many years, but has he ever touched you? You don't know how passionate he is on my body; he can't bear to be apart from me.]

The phone kept buzzing, with one message after another popping up.

Each word cut her like a knife. Nora's body trembled uncontrollably.

She took a deep breath and dialed Isaac's number. "Let's get a divorce."

It was time to let go, from the unwillingness three years ago to acceptance now.

In the final three months of her life, she would release Isaac and set herself free as well.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.

Isaac scoffed indifferently, "What are you up to now? Nora, are you playing hard to get?"

Perhaps provoked by his lover, Nora tried hard to suppress the sob in her voice. "Tonight, stay with me." Her voice was as gentle as the wind, but filled with sorrow.

However, Isaac's voice was impatient. "Stay with you for what?"

Her heart trembled as she said, 'Sleep with me, and we can become a real couple. Then, we can part ways amicably.'"

The next second, Isaac sneered, "Do you deserve it? Are you bored at home and want to leave to find your ex-lover?"

Nora knew who Isaac was referring to; they had reached this point because of that accident four years ago.

She wanted to explain, but the words stuck in her throat. What was the use of saying anything?

He would never believe her. In the last three months of her life, there was no need to desperately clear up the past misunderstanding.

Nora shouted, "I don't want any of your property in the divorce, just come back and stay with me."

Around six in the evening, Nora finished all her tasks at the art exhibition.

Thinking that Isaac got off work at five, Nora hurried home, afraid he had waited too long.

When Nora got home, the door was ajar.

She gently pushed it open; the house was dark and empty.

She fumbled to turn on the light, and the sight in the living room made her heart sink. There was no sign of Isaac in the tidy and orderly space.

She picked up her phone and dialed Isaac's number, only to hear a drunken, impatient voice. "What is it?"Nora held back her emotions and asked, "Where are you?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"Isaac's voice was cold and slurred, sounding drunk.

"Didn't you promise to come back and stay with me? On our last night, you're still with Kalista. Aren't you afraid I'll find another man..." She was cut off before she could finish. "Nora, the divorce papers are in the study. I signed them three years ago. Just sign them, and you can find any man you want to have sex with," Issac said casually.

With that, the call was ruthlessly hung up.

Nora smiled bitterly and put down the phone, already used to his coldness. She slowly walked to the study, trembling as she picked up the divorce papers. The cold, hard words on the paper stung her eyes.

At that moment, a message popped up on her phone.

Nora thought Isaac had changed his mind and excitedly picked up the phone, but her face turned pale as she saw it.

It was a short video of a woman panting weakly, leaning against a man's broad chest; the camera was facing the man's shoulder with the red mole.

"Isaac, you're too rough; slow down."The woman said in a sweet tone.

"Or am I not trying hard enough, that you still have time to play with your phone."The man replied.

" Spare me, Isaac."

The flirtatious and ambiguous voices of the man and woman continued, and Nora's heart grew colder.

The phone kept ringing, with new videos coming in.

Nora didn't want to open them, but she watched all the videos like a masochist.

She couldn't believe the man in the videos was Isaac, but the familiar voice and the mole on the man's shoulder indicated that the man was indeed Issac.

She had always known that he and Kalista Garcia were lovers and they would kiss and make love, but seeing it with her own eyes, she still couldn't accept it.

Finally, Kalista sent a text message. [Nora, are you still waiting for Isaac? He's tired and won't be coming back.]

When the phone finally stopped ringing, Nora collapsed weakly onto the cold floor.

Sure enough, Isaac didn't come back the whole night. He was out making love with his lover, forgetting about the wife waiting for him at home on their last night.

Nora smiled bitterly, just as she was about to support her numb legs to stand up, footsteps sounded outside the door.Had he finally come back after a night of wild lovemaking? She lifted her head, her gaze vacant and her expression weary. Then she saw Isaac with tall figure approaching, exuding the scent of alcohol. His coat collar was slightly disheveled, bearing a lipstick stain.

Nora's gaze lingered on the bright lipstick mark, her eyes stinging. Was this Kalista's way of showing off? And Isaac, who was always a clean freak, actually allowed Kalista to do this.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Seeing her, Isaac frowned, his tone impatient.

Nora smiled bitterly, her voice filled with anger. "Isaac, you promised to come back tonight but you broke your word!"

Isaac mocked, "So what? Nora, four years ago, you betrayed me, because you slept with my good friend. You were the one who betrayed our marriage first."

Nora's body shook, her face turning pale. "I didn't! Back then..."

Isaac's eyes darkened. "You're still denying it? Not only did I see it with my own eyes, but so many others did too. Am I wrong?"

Her heart felt like it was being cut with a knife, the pain unbearable. "But..."

Isaac sneered. "But what?"

Nora said, "Nothing."

Her hand trembled as she signed her name on the divorce papers.

She put the pen down heavily, the last shred of hope in her heart completely shattered. "Isaac, as you wish, tonight I'll find another man!"

Seeing the signed divorce papers, Isaac's heart skipped a beat, his eyes darkening. "Suit yourself."

His indifferent demeanor provoked Nora to see red. She clutched her bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to her best friend, Sophia Price.

Nora: [Sophia, find me a male prostitute, right now!]

Sophia asked angrily: [What happened? Did Isaac go to her again?]

Nora forced a bitter smile and replied: [I signed the divorce papers.]

Sophia covered her mouth in surprise and replied: [You're really getting a divorce?]

Nora:[Yes. Can you find me a male prostitute tonight? Just this once.]

Sophia: [Are you sure? Alright, I'll find you a good one.]

Neon lights flickered on the street as Nora entered the bar, the chaotic music and lights hitting her.

Men and women laughed and chatted in the crowd, the air filled with the smell of alcohol and perfume.

Sophia was already waiting at the bar. After Nora and Sophia had a couple of drinks, Sophia handed her a room key. "Upstairs, go quickly; otherwise you'll be drunk soon."

Nora, however, took a pill to enhance her desire from her bag and swallowed it.

"What are you doing?" Sophia was surprised.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go through with it, that I'll still miss Isaac and regret it at the last minute." Nora smiled, "I have to burn my bridges."

She went to the room first, and as soon as she entered, she collapsed on the bed, her drunkenness overwhelming her.

Ten minutes later, a stylishly dressed male prostitute approached the room, but as he was about to enter, he was punched to the ground.

A violent voice rang out, "Get out!"

The male prostitute shivered in fear as he looked up to see the imposing and extremely handsome Isaac, whose gaze was terrifying.