The seven year itch in relationships really is real; he had an affair, so I divorced him in revenge

Описание: #lovestory #drama #romantic
Nocel Synopsis：
Gavin and I went from youthful deep affection to mutual weariness in seven years. When he loved me, he wished he could cut out his heart and give it to me. After he changed his heart, he would spend lavishly on his white moonlight without regard for the occasion, fearing she might suffer the slightest grievance. Later, I had people collect evidence and sued to recover our marital joint property, turning them into laughingstocks in our circle.
On the day his white moonlight had a mental breakdown, Gavin hoarsely questioned me: "Lynn, if you hate me so much, why don't you divorce me?!" I sneered: "You trampled on my feelings, hurt my son, misused our marital joint property, and still want to walk away unscathed to pursue new happiness? You're dreaming!"
I was born into wealth, arrogant in my youth, with few friends I could truly confide in. Only Gavin, who grew up with me, played with me. At three years old, when I couldn't endure the hardship of learning piano, it was Gavin who took me to run away from home. At six, when the dog that grew up with me suddenly passed away, neither my parents nor my brother cried; only Gavin held me, crying even more heartbrokenly than I did.
At fifteen, when I was going abroad to study, Gavin had already started learning to take over the family business and had to stay in New York. But at the airport, when I clung tightly to his lapel and wouldn't let go, he still resolutely accompanied me abroad. On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, we drank and made a mistake, resulting in an unexpected pregnancy.
Gavin, facing pressure from both families, said to me that if I wanted to, we could have the baby and learn together how to be parents. In the first half of my life, he carefully held my hand and walked with me. But later, in the seventh year of marriage, when I was pregnant with our second child, the light in his eyes when he looked at me suddenly vanished.
When I took our son to the company to find him, I heard him instructing Brian: "Notify the organizers that I will attend tonight's charity auction gala." "Also, arrange more work; I don't want to go home these days." Brian habitually asked: "Do I need to inform Madam?"
Gavin paused: "Tell her I won't be back tonight." He sighed, half complaining: "I don't know when Lynn will grow up; it's always me coaxing her." "I'm a bit tired." My hand stopped on the doorknob. Our son Leo, puzzled, looked up at me: "Mom, aren't we going in?"
I shook my head and took him away. Gavin had now fully taken over GS; he was too busy. I should give him more personal space. I comforted myself this way. That night, Gavin indeed didn't return. But in the middle of the night, my brother Ethan called. "Lynn, Gavin was photographed by paparazzi."
"Do we need to suppress the buzz?" I opened the app, and sure enough, the news about Gavin was everywhere. 'GS Leader Auctions Sky-High Necklace for Top Starlet Vivian' 'Marital Change?! GS President Splurges on New Love' I gripped my phone tightly, but my voice was calm: "Brother, no need for now."
The bond between Gavin and me from childhood to adulthood still held that bit of trust. But I still changed clothes and had the driver take me to the YJ villa. If Gavin was too busy to go home, he would stay there nearby. When I arrived, the first-floor living room lights were still on. I faintly heard soothing music.