He Changed Our Honeymoon for His First Love, So I Left

His striking looks and formidable command of the field made him the secret crush of half the girls on campus the moment he enrolled.

I was one of them, of course.

But I never imagined we'd have anything to do with each other.

Not until sophomore year, when I found him near the night market, drunk out of his mind.

That little flutter I'd kept so carefully hidden away chose that moment to surface.

I took him to a hotel nearby and sat with him through the whole night, quiet as some lovestruck fool with her first crush.

When he woke the next morning, Miles looked at my exhausted eyes, still bright with surprise, and suddenly he smiled.

He really did have a beautiful smile. It dazzled me so much I didn't even catch what he said.

I just kept nodding.

It wasn't until he kissed my forehead that my face went scarlet and I shoved him away.

"What's wrong, my little girlfriend?"

Only then did it register that he'd just confessed to me.

I should have been confused, bewildered, full of questions. But in the end I only ducked my head, shy.

There was nothing left in me but joy.

It wasn't until later that I learned he'd broken up with his first love that very day.

All that loss of control, all that mess, had been because of Julia.

So when he confessed to me back then, it was because I bore a faint resemblance to her.

And the coldness that came later was probably because my temperament was nothing like hers.

Julia was radiant and bold, and I was quiet and ordinary.

I looked nothing like her.

"If you've really fallen for her, I'll leave right now and never show my face to you again!" Miles's silence only made Julia's tone turn nastier.

She slapped him hard across the face, her voice going colder and harder.

"Fine, then. I wish you and my cousin a long and happy life together!"

And with that she turned to leave.

Miles caught her hand on reflex, a coaxing note slipping into his voice.

"Julia, you know perfectly well..."

Through the gap in the bathroom door, I watched Miles, the man who had always been cold and proud in front of me, bow his head and grovel to Julia with the greatest care.

And I, his brand-new wife, was crouched in a corner spying on them like some rat.

Miles, what exactly do I mean to you?

The humiliation and shame made me want desperately to storm out and confront them, but reason kept dragging me back.

What could I even do if I went out there?

Nothing but bring more shame on myself.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth and sent my lawyer a text.

"Hi. Could you please draw up divorce papers for me?"

Better to see it clearly. I'll just call these ten years wasted on a lie.

Early the next morning I received the papers my lawyer had prepared.

"Ma'am, the other party committed adultery during the marriage. You're entitled to a larger share of the assets. Are you sure you only want half?"

"I'm sure."

In all the years Miles and I were together, he never once shorted me on material things. Apart from spending his life in the research lab, he really was a decent partner in every other way.

Every holiday and anniversary, a gift would arrive at the door. Even when my family got sick, he'd show up to visit, gift in hand.

And in all those years, not a single other woman ever appeared at his side.