Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 18

**Marriage Without Temperature by Mark Twain**

**Chapter 2**

Two days whisked by in an instant, each hour a reminder of Theo’s absence. Not once did he return home, leaving me to grapple with the silence that filled our space.

But Bianca, ever the provocateur, ensured I remained painfully aware of her presence in his life.

Her first message arrived, dripping with smugness: *So what if you’re married? I’m the one by his side. Always.* The words felt like a slap, a cruel taunt that echoed in my mind long after I read it.

Then came the barrage of images—an avalanche of photographs that invaded my thoughts and tormented my heart. Dozens of snapshots displayed clothes strewn haphazardly across hotel room floors, their hands entwined on luxurious silk sheets, and scratch marks trailing down Theo’s bare back, evidence of a passion I once thought was mine alone.

Some of the photos were fresh, their timestamps recent, while others were relics of the past, each one meticulously dated to coincide with significant moments Theo had chosen to miss with me.

On our anniversary, while I sat alone, he had been throwing Bianca a lavish birthday celebration.

On my birthday, instead of cherishing me, he whisked her away for a romantic escape into the countryside, a place I had longed to visit with him.

And the most gut-wrenching of all—on the day I miscarried, bleeding through hospital sheets in solitude, he had been at her apartment, tending to her cramps with a heating pad.

A sharp, icy spike of anguish pierced through my chest, a pain so acute it felt like a knife twisting inside me.

I swallowed the rising tide of fury and typed back, my fingers trembling: *Dogs don’t bite their owners. Guess that makes you lower than a dog.*

Moments later, my phone erupted to life. It was Theo.

“What the hell is your problem, Juliette? I called the whole thing off, and you’re STILL pulling this crap!” His voice was raw, laced with a fury that sent tremors through my resolve.

“Apologize to Bianca right now or I swear to God we’re done!”

His words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I stared at the screen as if it had just uttered something incomprehensible.

Had he… actually changed his mind? Had he truly called off sending me to Sander?

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