He Killed My Father for His First Love

After our marriage, Elijah officially launched his own company and became incredibly busy with his work. To support him and ensure that everything at home ran smoothly, I decided to quit my job and become a full-time wife.

Even though Elijah’s days were filled with meetings and deadlines, when he did have free time, he made sure to spend it at home with me. We shared every moment together—washing clothes, cooking meals, and tending to our flowers and plants on the balcony. Our conversations seemed endless, and it was often late into the night before we finally said goodnight, reluctant to close our eyes and go to sleep.

Our friends often teased us, calling us a couple of gods because of our seemingly perfect relationship. My heart was filled with a sweetness that seemed to come from the depth of our love.

Elijah was incredibly considerate of my father. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time to visit my dad, showing his respect and care. We renovated our old house, replacing it with a beautiful two-story villa that stood out as the only one of its kind in the village.

Everyone praised my father for his good fortune and admired the excellent son-in-law he had gained. Elijah, in turn, expressed his gratitude, saying it was his blessing to have such a wonderful father-in-law.

However, my seemingly perfect and fulfilling life took an abrupt turn when Jianna returned from Canada. Jianna was Elijah’s "white moonlight"—his first love. They had been forced to part ways because of the distance between them, but her return reignited old feelings.

Elijah claimed that Jianna was just a good friend to him now, but his actions told a different story. When Jianna needed help moving, Elijah immediately set aside his work to assist her. He was anxious when she had a minor scratch, rushing her to the hospital for treatment. When she suffered from menstrual cramps, he spent the night with her, providing a hot water bottle and ginger tea.

It became clear that Jianna had reclaimed a central place in Elijah’s life. Despite his busy schedule and exhaustion, a call or a message from Jianna could pull him away from anything. On my birthday, Elijah had promised to come home early to celebrate with me. Yet, as the evening dragged on and the food was reheated repeatedly, he was still nowhere to be found.

When Elijah finally returned home, I tried to express my frustration, but my words seemed to set him off. He exploded in anger, accusing me of being ungrateful and overly suspicious. I cried in frustration and hurt, but he didn’t offer a word of comfort. Instead, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

In my despair, I swallowed my pride and called him, apologizing for any misunderstandings. I found myself crying every day, feeling utterly isolated with no one to confide in.

One day, as I stood on the balcony, a disturbing thought crossed my mind: to open the window and jump. The sheer realization of such a thought jolted me into understanding that I was struggling with depression. My medical records lay on the table, but Elijah never took notice or showed concern. It was evident that he had long since forgotten me, leaving me to fend for myself.

Despite my love for him and the home we had built together, the bitterness of the antidepressant pills was overwhelming. Yet, the thought of my aging father, who had always been a source of strength and support, gave me the resolve to swallow the pills and face each day, no matter how challenging it became.

I had always held on to the belief that in a marriage, there would be gratitude and understanding between husband and wife. I was convinced that Elijah would eventually recognize my worth and return to me. I waited patiently, holding onto hope, but with each passing day, my disappointment grew, and the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to fade further away.

Elijah's behavior became increasingly outrageous. He allowed Jianna to post ambiguous messages on social media and took her to various social events. When friends jokingly suggested that he might be having an affair with Jianna, he simply smiled and offered no explanation.

I endured this torment, but the breaking point came when my father died in one of Elijah’s reckless gambling ventures. My grief and rage reached a boiling point, and I felt an overwhelming urge to confront him with a knife. The moment I pushed my father’s body into the incinerator, the last remnants of my love for Elijah were extinguished.

Despite being around Elijah every day, he harbored suspicions that I was unfaithful. “No!” I answered firmly, meeting his gaze with a clear conscience.

“Then why do you want to divorce me?” he demanded.

“Because I don’t love you anymore,” I replied, the words heavy with the weight of my disillusionment.

Despite our past love, I wanted to leave with dignity and avoid unnecessary entanglements. But when Elijah, with a dark expression, confronted me, his voice was thick with resentment. “Addison, don’t you know how much I love you? You’re stabbing me right in the heart, do you even realize that?” His words implied that my decision to divorce him was an unforgivable betrayal.

How could a man be so shameless? I had been blind to fall in love with such a man. I felt a surge of anger as I looked at him. “Do you love me? Ask yourself honestly—do you really love me?” I prodded his chest repeatedly, imagining that my fingertips were sharp blades, stabbing him with imagined wounds.

In the past, I had always been gentle with him, but now I felt like a fierce lioness, driven by rage. He seemed taken aback for a moment, then coldly replied, “Maybe I’ve been too busy lately and neglected you, but you can’t just divorce me!”

“I’ve decided!” I declared firmly. I pulled out the suitcase I had packed long ago and pointed to the divorce agreement on the table. Without another word, I made my way toward the door.

Just as I was about to leave, a sharp knock sounded. I opened the door, only to be startled as Jianna pushed past me, shoving me to the ground. Her face was flushed with anger. “Where’s your dad? Take me to find that shameless old man immediately!” she demanded.