The Dangers of Love: My Husband Gave Up on Me to Save His First Love

Casey walked towards me step by step, trying to let me see the diamond bracelet on her wrist more clearly.

Then she gently shook the diamond bracelet twice as if showing off a treasure.

"Miss Hess, the pattern and base color of the diamond bracelet on your wrist are the same as mine, but your diamond bracelet seems to have impurities."

Looking at Casey's smug look, I secretly clenched my fists.

“Thank you for your concern, Miss Paul. It is common to have a similar bracelet after all, so it is not my concern right now. Please excuse me because I have something to do and need to leave now."

Just before I took my first step, she sneered, "Carla, be careful when you go home. Don't break the gift that Miquel gave you."

The word ‘gift’ from her mouth hurt my heart deeply.

It turned out that the diamond bracelet I had always treasured was actually a leftover piece from someone else. 

Not long after I returned home, Miquel also came back.

Even though I was angry in my heart, I still felt sorry for him when I saw his tired eyes.

I had prepared earlier and had already forgotten. I walked to his side and wanted to take the briefcase from his hand, but at that moment Casey walked out from behind him.

Miquel saw my eyes fall on Casey, he immediately stood in front of his childhood sweetheart, fearing that I would hurt her.

“I haven't been back these past few days because I was accompanying Casey to see a doctor. She hasn't recovered from the shock she suffered from the last kidnapping.

"I brought her back so that I could take better care of her. Don't think too much about it."

After Miquel finished speaking, he took Casey's hand and led her to his bedroom.

For so many years, he and I have been sleeping separately. He always said that he went to bed late and was afraid of disturbing me. He also told me not to enter his bedroom easily because there were work materials in it.

But at that time, Casey, who had nothing to do with him, could enter at will. What was the difference between that and slapping me in the face in public then?

After coming out of Miquel's room, Casey said that it was her favorite bedroom on the second floor.

At that moment, she was walking in front like a child, laughing and talking happily, while Miquel was like her supporter.

Sometimes he reminded her to be careful with her steps and sometimes he stroked her head.

In the end, the bedroom Casey chose was the one I lived in at that time. She looked at Miquel pitifully.

“Miquel, I like this bedroom, but it looks like someone has lived in it. Could it be Carla's bedroom?

“But it's okay, I'll just change it."

Casey deliberately sobbed twice, trying to make herself appear more pitiful.

Miquel smiled and scratched her nose. After a while, he said, "Since you like it, this bedroom is for you to live in. I'll ask her to move out later."

Casey took the initiative to hug Miquel's waist and rubbed her head against his chest twice before saying, “Thank you, Miquel. I knew you are the best."

Miquel’s flustered face was like a knife stabbing my heart.

We were obviously husband and wife, but why did their intimate appearance at that moment made me feel like an outsider?

At that moment, the resentment that had been accumulating in my heart for a long time gradually erupted.

"When I lost my child, you were accompanying her to see the doctor. The trending searches about me being kidnapped were also to suppress the rumors about her.

“Who exactly is your wife, Miquel? Why should I move out?"

Miquel saw me arguing with him, he looked at me with displeasure on his face.

The sweet appearance he had shown towards Casey just then disappeared and when it was his turn to look at me, there was only coldness and impatience in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you lose your innocence at the age of 30. Casey is only in her early twenties and has a bright future. What's wrong with you helping her?"

I looked at Miquel with disbelief in my eyes. I couldn't believe that the man I had loved for so many years could be so cruel.

"But the person who kidnapped me was hired by Casey. If you don't believe me, I can take a screenshot and show it to you."

As Casey heard me say to take a screenshot, she was shocked.

Because when Casey sent me the message, she just wanted to provoke me and make me quarrel with Miquel, which could make us get divorced.

Seeing me looking through my phone for chat records, Casey started crying and pretending to be pitiful.

“Miquel, don't believe what Carla said. How could I possibly frame her?"

Seeing Casey crying, Miquel could no longer sit still. She hugged her in her arms and kept comforting her.

I found the chat history, I put the phone in front of Miquel, trying to let him know everything.

"Miquel, look at yourself and see if the person who said these things to me is Casey. Why can't you believe me?"

When Casey saw me handing the phone to Miquel, she cried even harder.

Miquel snatched the phone I handed over and threw it aside.

"Do you think Casey is as vicious as you? Even though she was the one who brought the person here, you didn't get hurt at all.

"Carla, do you find it interesting that you keep being aggressive?"

Miquel finished speaking, he still felt a little unsatisfied and kicked the phone that he had dropped on the ground again.

Soon, I realized if Miquel would never listen to me anymore, because he trusted his childhood friend more than me.

If it was about Casey, Miquel couldn’t tell which was right and which was wrong.

In his mind, I had always been an image of a vicious woman. In other words, there was no place for me in his heart anymore.