Don't Say Sorry. You're Not Worthy

Just thinking about this made me feel desolate.

We were in a relationship for four years, but he always had someone else in his heart.

So all the good times I had with him didn't count anymore because of one sentence.

It was really ridiculous.

The first time I had an intercourse with Caleb, he proposed to me.

I thought he loved me to the extreme.

"Caleb, do you really like Jacqueline that much?"

My eyes had lost their luster.

If I knew about his hidden love for Jacqueline, I would never have married him.

I would never have longed for him to come back again and again.

My love for Caleb was too heavy, which oppressed my nerves every day.

I had seen several doctors, and they diagnosed me with mild depression.

Originally, I didn't care about it. People online always said that everyone had some mild depression.

But late at night, anxiety made it difficult for me to fall asleep.

Those true and false memories appeared before my eyes.

I was easy to collapse.

Caleb was a big cheater. He clearly said he would love me for a lifetime.

Actually, he never loved me.

Caleb was stunned, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I didn't talk nonsense, but you are a liar who is full of lies!

If you do love Jacqueline, go find her. It's just a plane ride away across the Pacific Ocean.

You are a coward. You dare not admit that you love Jacqueline, nor dare to be with her. Are you taking it out on me?

Caleb, I hate you! You lied to me!"

I shouted my anger out loudly.

Forgot to mention, Jacqueline was not only his childhood sweetheart,

but also the adopted daughter of his parents.

On the same household registration, he dared not defy his parents, so he blamed everything on me.

Caleb's face turned red, and he became furious when I mentioned it. He even slapped me.

And tears uncontrollably flowed out.

I turned around and stared at him, tears flowing nonstop.

In his eyes, there was no longer the love and grievance as before, but despair and hatred.

"Let's get divorced."

I threw everything on the table that could be thrown, and shouted at him in despair.

"Let's get divorced, Caleb! Please let me go!

It's my fault. I shouldn't have dated you in the first place! I beg you.

Please..."

I looked at him. My emotions already in shambles, and I choked out the last words, "Let's get a divorce."

Caleb saw my emotional reaction, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes. His tone became anxious, "Never!"

He came over and hugged me, "Iris, I won't divorce you, I'm sorry."

After all the torment of this year, he actually apologized to me.

I broke down and cried, pushing him away forcefully, but he held onto me even tighter.

As if he was truly afraid of losing me, he tried to squeeze me into his own body.

I heard him say, "Iris, I will make it up to you.

Iris, do you want a wedding?

We didn't have a wedding when we got married. Shall I arrange a good one for you?"

I stared at him blankly, and his words sounded unfamiliar.

Looking at Caleb in front of me, I thought of the old version of him, who loved me in college.

The sweet words in my ears comforted me over and over again, as he stroked my hair.

He seemed like a husband deeply in love with his wife.

I nodded in confusion.

Once again,

I believed in Caleb without hesitation.

But I wouldn't know that this wedding would push me into the abyss and make me pay a painful price.