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

Ethan returned home late that night.

We were trying to conceive, so I had bought a lot of baby clothes.

While waiting for Ethan, I organized the tiny garments.

When he walked in, the cheap scent of his cologne hit me hard.

"Why do you smell like perfume?" I asked, putting down the baby clothes and looking up at him.

"Oh, I went to the mall with Sophie today. She was trying on perfumes," he replied casually.

...

He showed no hint of guilt, while I felt small for my suspicions.

"Sophie? Didn't you say you were done with her?"

I stood up abruptly, dropping the soft fabric of the baby clothes to the floor.

The soft fabric fell heavily to the ground.

"Emma, don't get upset. I just helped her fulfill a childhood promise. It's nothing serious—just a little wedding ceremony, walking down an aisle," he explained, stepping closer to take my hand.

I recoiled, stepping back.

"A childhood promise?!" I scoffed. "Ethan, we're married! What does that make me?"

"Emma, please let me explain. I'm just making sure she doesn't regret anything. Once she leaves the country, we can go back to our normal life."

How could he be so sure that I would support his commitment to another woman?

"Are you really going to let me watch this promise fall apart? Do you want us both to live with regrets for the rest of our lives?"

Ethan raised his voice suddenly.

He was trying to manipulate me with guilt.

Looking at him made me feel exhausted.

This was their issue, not mine.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before speaking the truth.

"Ethan, if you marry someone else, I will disappear," I said slowly, my tone eerily calm.

He was taken aback.

"Emma, do you really think I'm that gullible? Disappear? Just like that?"

He laughed dismissively as if my words were a childish threat born from jealousy.

"Ethan, I'm serious," I replied coldly.

His silence spoke volumes as the amusement faded from his face, replaced by impatience.

He felt I was overreacting and making a big deal out of nothing.

To him, Sophie was a strong and confident goddess while I was merely a jealous housewife who revolved around him and the kitchen.

He forgot that before we got married, I was an accomplished professional who willingly sacrificed everything to support his dreams.

Now, my sacrifices had become reasons for his disdain.

The day my mission failed was also the day Ethan planned his wedding ceremony.

When our child left us, it didn't surprise me at all.

Perhaps this child was wise enough to slip away from a home devoid of happiness.