Husband's Affair After Divorce

After a long, exhausting afternoon, my wound inevitably reopened. I ended up staying in the hospital for ten days. Initially, I had planned a trip during the lull, but my enthusiasm waned.

During those ten days, my college roommate and close friend, Clover, visited me several times. Clover had been with us from the start, witnessing Miles and me transition from being in love to married, and now, to being divorced. Each time she visited, she would launch into a tirade against Miles, as if venting her frustration was the only way to cope.

“Let it go, Clover, it's behind us now,” I would say, though deep down, the sadness lingered. Miles and I had been in love for four years and married for one. I never imagined we would end up here, and so quickly.

My phone screen was frozen on a bank transfer I had made to Miles, and his words echoed in my mind. In that moment, I felt utterly foolish.

Back in college, my parents were keen on toughening my character. They not only restricted my spending but also forbade me from flaunting our family’s wealth. When they found out I was dating, they insisted I keep it secret, even going so far as to demand a prenuptial agreement before my wedding. They openly expressed their doubts about Miles more than once. They were brutally honest; they feared a 'gold digger' would squander everything.

This led to a major argument between us, as I was determined to prove to them that Miles genuinely loved me. Miles and I made our relationship official in the second year of college. After graduation, he chose to skip further studies and jumped into the fast-paced consumer goods industry. He wanted to make money quickly. I didn’t see anything wrong with this; in fact, I fully supported him. He was a college student from a rural background, and his mother had worked tirelessly to provide for his education. During university, he was always working part-time, driven by his goals and ambitions. This drive is what drew me to him.

Miles was always proud and had a strong sense of dignity. Within three years of graduating, he clawed his way up to a managerial position with a six-figure salary. After we got married, his mother urged me to quit my job and focus on starting a family. She advised that having children while young would make it easier to bounce back into shape. But I never anticipated reaching the point of divorce.

My initial agreement to her suggestion and my current lack of pregnancy became tools for Miles to manipulate me.