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

"You are lying."

I calmly tore up the divorce petition.

He didn't even dare to glance at me, and this left me unconvinced.

"Your acting was so poor. When you tell me the truth, I will go to the court with you."

Perhaps seeing that I was stubborn, Chasel took Serena and left without looking back.

Chasel didn't come back for three months.

During that period, I sent him countless messages and called him umpteen times, but there was no response.

I was anxious, guessing if he was really suffering from something or what.

I went to his company, but was told that Chasel was on a business trip.

I could call him successfully, but he never picked up.

Except for one. It was late at night.

A soft, sleepy female voice came from the phone, accompanied by the sound of a rubbing quilt.

I was in a panic and subconsciously hung up the phone.

It's Serena. Chasel was with Serena.

After this call, I sat at home for a whole night and forced myself to accept that perhaps Chasel and Serena were really childhood sweethearts.

Chasel had pretended for 11 years and he decided to drop the mask.

But why? Why should I step aside to make their love come true?

What about my love?

Chasel came back one day. He looked much thinner and had a stubbly beard, perhaps because of the tiring business trip. In a word, he became haggard.

I said fiercely, "I won't divorce with you unless I die."

Chasel was silent for a long time.

"Suit yourself."

I quarreled with Chasel frequently from then on.

Every time we quarreled or when he's not home, he would go to accompany Serena.

And every time he left, he would leave a divorce petition to me.

At first, I would throw the petitions into the trash. But gradually I numbly put them away.

He regularly posted updates about his traveling time with Serena on Instagram and introduced Serena to all his friends.

Even Joyce knew that Chasel was openly having an affair with Serena. He never mentioned me again as if I was erased from his world.

I punished myself by looking through his posts over and over again, spending every night in tears and self-deception.

During the two years, I constantly argued with Chasel.

To distract myself, I bought a cafe near the city hospital.

During the days when Chasel lived with Serena, I often sat alone by the window, staring at the traffic and the crowd.

Inevitably, I would often hear depressed cries in my cafe.

Most of the people who came here had relatives being treated in the nearby hospital.

It may be a minor illness or a major one. Some people felt depressed, some cried, some remained silent, and some celebrated being cured.

The business was not good. But I felt satisfied to provide people with a place to sit occasionally.

I hoped that if one day I was about to face death, I could also have a place to stay.