After the Separation, I Shut the Door on His Love

Although I had a crush on Rachel, she had pretty looks and many suitors, including some rich guys.

I felt inferior and never dared to express my feelings.

During my sophomore year of college, she confessed to me, and I happily agreed.

At that time, I learned Rachel had pretty looks, but a rich family.

She asked me for help before as a test.

She observed me quietly for a year and found me reliable.

When we graduated, our parents met. Her brother though I did not deserve to marry her, and forced me to sign a breakup agreement, even wanted to kick me out of the country.

I refused and got beaten up.

She firmly defended me and married me even at the risk of death.

I thought I had found love.

I thought I could stay with Rachel forever.

But eventually, time diluted Rachel's enthusiasm for me. Apart from ordering me around, Rachel became more and more impatient with me.

Especially after Jack appeared, she only cared about him and stayed with him all the time.

Even on a rainy day, Rachel could go find him with just one word.

Whenever she mentioned Jack, she always kept smiling.

I could feel their adultery.

I had communicated with her many times, but she always used the excuse that friends helped each other out.

She continued to do as she pleased and even aborted our child to get pregnant with Jack, which pissed off my father had a heart attack, and his blood pressure shot through the roof.

Whenever I closed my eyes, I could hear the words my father murmured over and over again before he died.

"Matthew, why did Rachel give birth to someone else? Why?"

I often asked myself why Rachel had changed.

I once tried my best to save the broken marriage, but what I got in response was Rachel's betrayal.

She had exhausted my love and passion.

The only family I had in the world passed away.

Then, I fell into total despair.

I hadn't had a good rest in recent days. Although I felt tired every night, I was still occupied in my mind and couldn't fall asleep.

Hence, I took a pill and fell asleep.

The next day, I felt tight in my chest. When I opened my eyes, I found Rachel lying on top of me in sexy lingerie, with her head tilted and eyes blinking.

In the past, I would have been moved.

After all, Rachel hadn't been so proactive for a long time.

But at this moment, I just felt sick.

So, I pushed Rachel away and asked coldly, "Have you signed the divorce agreement?"

"How dare you?"

Rachel frowned and said angrily, "What do you want from me? Why do you have to make a fuss all the time? Why can't you understand me? I'm tired, too.

"I just help Jack have a child, which doesn't affect our marriage, and we don't have to support it."

Her tone sounded extremely casual.

She even ignored my feelings at all.

"Why would my wife have a child with him?

"Haven't I tolerated you enough?

"Your family dotes on Jack, even asking me to serve him, telling me you should have married him.

"Did you speak up for me then?

"You're passionate about him, but you keep ignoring me. You love him, but loathe me.

"You pissed off my father and aborted our child. How dare you ask me to understand you?

"As long as I keep putting up with you, do you think I deserve it, or do I have no honor?"

I was completely furious and retorted incoherently.