My Husband Fulfilled His Promise with His First Love but Regrets the Rest of His Life

Originally, I got close to Ethan because of the system's mission, but I truly fell in love with him.

In the three years we've been married, we were deeply in love.

We'd go watch the plane trees bloom in the spring, eat stinky tofu together in the summer, watch the maple leaves turn in the fall, and in winter, we'd travel to Japan to see the deer.

Before, my hands used to suffer from frostbite every winter.

But after being with him, he cared for me so well that my hands stayed smooth and soft, never cracking again.

We started trying for a baby last month. From the crib to baby nail clippers, we had everything ready.

I thought he would be a great father.

But then...

He stopped touching me.

At first, I thought he was just tired from work, which seemed normal.

Until I went through his private social media account and discovered the truth.

[How powerful is the allure of a first love.]

The first photo was an old, faded picture of Ethan, smiling brightly with a girl.

Her name was Sophie—Ethan's first love, the one he had never truly let go of.

The second photo was of Sophie at the airport, waving at him.

I couldn't bear to imagine how happy and overjoyed he must have been when he took that picture.

My heart clenched, a sharp pain radiating from my chest to my stomach.

I knew Ethan rarely posted on this account. His last post was from five years ago.

Five years ago, when he and Sophie had broken up.

Back then, his posts were filled with a melancholy, almost poetic sadness.

[Have childhood promises really just blown away with the wind?]

I didn't know what they had promised each other.

But deep down, I sensed that something was terribly wrong.