First Love's Return: The Reason My Husband Filed for Divorce

The first time I met Chasel was at a physics competition in my first year of high school.

We are classmates, so we compete fairly for advancing to the finals.

There was no love at first sight, only the determination to win.

None of us was willing to give in to the other.

It was the only one question, Which I got right, and he failed.

Since then, I got the chance to compete in the finals, and got a clingy Chasel.

He had been purchasing me for seven years.

During those days, he bought me breakfast every day and waited outside my dormitory.

In order to take the same class with me, he asked all the roommates to help select the courses.

He initiatively helped me collect information for my urgent group assignment when I was having a fever.

He would prepare flowers and gifts for me on every anniversary.

Later, after graduating from university, we got married without a doubt.

After marriage, Chasel was busy managing the company left by his father, while I stayed at home to help take care of his sick mother.

I was afraid that the care worker couldn't nurse perfectly, so I did almost everything myself.

During the first four years of our marriage, we've been such a loving couple although we didn't have any children.

Chasel's family was rich, and Anna was a kind person who always put me first.

No matter how busy he was, he would always find time to cook for us in person every week.

He would also take me to travel on weekends and anniversaries.

I felt like I was dating Chasel all the time.

However, my world turned upside down only a week after Anna's death. He brought Serena back to our home.

He held Serena's hand in front of me.

Looking at my red eyes from wailing at the funeral, he said blankly, "Hilary, I don't love you anymore. Let's go to the family court."

I sat on the sofa in a daze. My ears were buzzing and I couldn't believe what he said.

My cheeks were still wet. I stared at Chasel with my swollen eyes and confirmed with him, "What did you say?"

But he didn't dare look at me but turned back.

He irritably swept the vase in the hallway, emitting a harsh noise.

Our relationship fell apart like the broken vase.