Chapter 1

After I found out my wife had gone to a class reunion and spent the night at her first love’s place, I was completely done with her.

Her first love snapped a photo of her sleeping face and posted it on his feed:

“Still just as restless in her sleep as before...”

The comments under it were all congratulating them on getting back together.

I also left a comment with a smile: “Wishing you both a baby soon. Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding. I’ll bring a gift.”

...

Looking at the comment I had just posted on my phone, I let out a long breath and lit the cigarette in my hand.

The wedding photo on the wall now stabbed painfully at my eyes.

My wife, Emily Hart, hadn’t come home all night. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn’t sleep a single minute, and all that kept flashing through my mind were old memories.

That night, when I got home from work the next evening, I saw Emily sitting on the sofa, her face looking terrible.

I hung my briefcase on the rack beside me and walked straight past her.

“Ethan Cole!”

She slammed the table and stood up, glaring at me furiously.

“What did you mean by that comment last night?”

I laughed out loud. “What did I mean? Exactly what it said. You slept at another man’s place, and now you’re asking me what I mean?”

She frowned, looking a little stunned. “Can you stop using your filthy little mind to judge the friendship between Jason and me? Nothing happened between us last night!”

After saying that, she sat back on the sofa and wiped at the fake tears at the corners of her eyes.

Every fight was like this. Whenever she had no reason, she would start crying. And back then, I had always fallen for that trick, rushing over to comfort her.

But this time, I just gave her a cold glance, and my feet didn’t move an inch.

Seeing that I had no reaction, she stopped sniffling.

Over the past few years of our marriage, I had tolerated everything Emily did. Maybe she really thought I had no temper, because she kept getting bolder and bolder.

But this time, the green light above my head was practically glowing. Any man would have snapped!

“Ethan Cole, Jason slept on the sofa last night, and I was alone in the room. Do you really trust me this little?

Come on, Ethan, stop it, okay? Delete that comment. Don’t make this ugly for all of us.”

Emily’s words almost made me laugh again.

From the angle in Jason’s photo, it was obvious they were lying in the same bed. What was she still trying to deny?

Besides, Jason clearly just had to delete the post to keep his relationship from becoming public, but she refused to do that and wanted me to delete my comment instead.

Was she reluctant to lose the congratulations everyone else had left for them?

“I’m not deleting that comment. Also...” I took the divorce papers out of my briefcase and put them on the table.

“Sign this.”

My tone was very calm. I had been disappointed too many times, and by now I had already become numb to it.

Emily’s eyes widened as she stared at the divorce agreement on the table in disbelief.

“Ethan Cole! Are you insane!”

Yeah, I thought so too. I was insane.

I had endured so much grievance and pressure over the years of this marriage, and in the end, I still hadn’t gotten a shred of sincerity in return.

Who wouldn’t go crazy?

For me to sit here calmly with Emily and talk about divorce was already my biggest compromise.

Actually, all these years, I had already seen clearly that there had never been a place for me in Emily’s heart.

To her, Jason was the only one who mattered.

And honestly, this wasn’t something that had only happened recently. Looking back, the signs had started a long time ago.