My Husband Looked at His Secretary for One More Time, So I Divorced Him

Chris was a transfer student with a handsome appearance. He attracted everyone's attention as soon as he arrived.

My classmates reminded him to stay away from me. They said I was the daughter of a mistress, a natural vixen and a bitch.

Chris said nothing, but his eyes became deeper and deeper when he looked at me.

When changing seats, the whole class isolated me and no one wanted to sit at the same table with me. They moved my desk and chair to the trash can.

Only Chris stood up and said he wanted to sit with me. I noticed that he approached me intentionally or unintentionally. But my humility made me dare not think too much.

He took a step forward, I retreated. Every time we meet deliberately, I always flee in embarrassment.

But I didn't expect that Chris would chase me directly to my house.

My father broke one of my legs, so I took sick leave. He came to my house with his homework, but my parents quarreled.

In fact, my mother was the original wife and my father emptied her dowry and cheated all the money. He also wanted to divorce her and make her leave the house.

In order to make my mother retreat, he brought his mistress to the city. The name of a vixen hit my mother hard.

The mistress lived downstairs and every time he passed by, my father would always look at her deeply. Every time I saw her, I would be beaten up when I got home.

In order to buy medicine for me, my mother ran wildly in slippers on a rainy night and finally died under the wheels of a truck.

My father was happy for a long time and he didn't come back all night. The next day, he couldn't wait to bring his mistress home.

Because I was at home, they could only communicate with their eyes. Every time I accidentally saw my father's eyes, I would get goose bumps all over my body.

Until the day I became an adult, my father looked at me with the same eyes.

That night, he wanted to lock my door and I knocked him unconscious with a bottle of wine.

On the way to escape, I ran into Chris who came to deliver my homework.

My father held a kitchen knife and forced us into the alley.

A second before the knife fell on my head, Chris rushed up.

Finally, the police car and ambulance arrived at the same time.

Chris's shoulder was broken and the bone was visible. But he was still smiling at me.

"Belle, you will be safe from now on." After saying this, he fainted.

I stayed up all night with him. After he woke up, we were together naturally. I was crying and touching the gauze on his shoulder.

"You love me very much, I can see it. I can read a person's heart through his eyes. If your eyes change one day, I will take the initiative to leave."

Eighteen-year-old Chris raised his other arm with difficulty and rubbed my head, "Little fool, you will never see it in this life."

I knew he didn’t believe me. I never thought that one day this sentence would come true.

After that night, the scolding against me in the school completely disappeared.

All my classmates were particularly enthusiastic about me.

Chris raised his chin proudly, like a peacock with its tail spread.

"See, I told you, you are very charming, everyone will like you. Don't be unconfident, as long as I am here, you are a noble little princess."

He took me and washed away the haze of the past little by little. He taught me to get out of inferiority and look up at the sun.

A month later, I met him chasing a gangster and beating him in the alley outside the door.

"I told you to bully Belle, do you know you're wrong?"

"Belle likes strawberry-flavored cakes, do you understand what I mean?"

"Get lost now!"

The memories became blurred and I could no longer remember the look in the boy's eyes.

I returned to the apartment where I lived before marriage alone and rested for three days.