Marrying the Waverly Brothers Was My Best Friend and I's Mistake

Tears didn't slow Milo down; they only added fire to his relentless reprimands.

It was as though he wouldn't let up until we were on the ground, pleading for him to stop.

"Cut the tears! If you weren't my wife, I'd have the world turn on you in a heartbeat, using our fame to flood you with online hate," he thundered.

"If I were you, I'd swallow my pride, apologize to Azura, and then vanish from her sight. Do you honestly believe crying will solve anything?"

Chloe hadn't meant to join the video call, but watching her get scolded without a word in defense made my heart ache. I couldn't hold back, "Milo, you're just like your brother! Just end it already and get the divorce!"

Fighting back her tears, Chloe's voice trembled with anger as she declared, "Milo, I want a divorce!"

After the video call, Chloe shook with fury and heartbreak, her body trembling.

I pulled her into my arms, and we cried together in silence.

Who would have guessed that a swimming sensation and a famed doctor would neglect the well-being of their wife?

Their glamorous allure not only earned praise from outsiders but also swept Chloe and me off our feet.

But once the mask fell away, only we knew the truth hidden beneath.

"Aveline, let's view this as a silver lining. At least we've caught a glimpse of their true colors early on, sparing us the heartache of bringing children into a loveless marriage!"

"Chloe, it's encouraging that you see this so clearly. What worries me most is the possibility that you may cling to Milo."

Since her innocent teenage days, Chloe had been in hot pursuit of Milo.

That youthful infatuation was a cherished memory, one that had kept her on his heels for over ten long years.

Now, she stood at a crossroads, caught in a predicament that felt all too surreal.

"Aveline, a heart doesn't cool off overnight. I have no regrets about our marriage, and I won't regret the divorce either. This path was mine to choose, and leaving now is just a way to lessen my losses."

We clung to each other, sharing warmth and resilience.

Our marriage, though, had faded away like bubbles disappearing into the air. When we left the operating table, we had already accepted the reality before us.

It was a cruel twist of fate that the two children who briefly lived within us became the sacrifices of a marriage that couldn't last.

I hope their next journey leads them to a home filled with happiness and care.

Chloe and I pulled ourselves together and began preparing for the divorce.

Since our marriage was still fresh, there were no property battles to fight.

We just needed Lennox and his brother's signatures, and after two visits to the civil affairs bureau, it would all be wrapped up.

The moment we finalized the divorce papers, both of our phones buzzed at the same time.

Checking our Tiktok inbox, we uncovered just how far these two had fallen into disgrace.

They shamelessly used their verified accounts to publicly reply to our comments.

[My wife loves to stir up drama over the littlest things. If you've got questions, ask me, and leave the innocent out of it!]

[My wife and sister-in-law are both quite the swimmers. When they splashed into the water, trained professionals swooped in to rescue them, so they're perfectly fine. Don't be misled by their teasing, everyone!]

They even shared a photo with us as if to prove Chloe and I were perfectly fine.

It set off a wave of gossip, painting us as manipulative, green tea girls looking to bask in Azura's spotlight.

Once the video went viral, she quickly seized the moment, building her image and amassing hundreds of thousands of followers.

When I checked WhatsApp, Lennox messaged me, insisting on the verification code for my account, just because I hadn't obeyed him about deleting comments and apologizing.

He had the nerve to try logging into my account, planning to impersonate me and handle things his way.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly; he would stop at nothing to defend Azura.

But when it came to me, sincerity was nowhere to be found.

Every password was our anniversary date, and he had the nerve to forget them.

It was a good thing he forgot because I dread to think how he had ruined my reputation online just to win Azura's favor.

While they made their so-called righteous declarations online, Chloe and I were left to weather the flood of insults and slander without a second thought from them.

It felt as though, like when we plunged into the water, they abandoned us to be swept away by the raging currents.

[You two pathetic women, why don't you just disappear?]

[What's with the jokes about divorce? Do you see yourselves as goddesses? If you're truly brave, then get divorced. Don't push me to hurl insults!]

[You ladies, what's the issue with your husbands saving lives? Now that they're safe, why the long faces?]

[Get real, ladies—just go ahead and get that divorce. I can only imagine how bitter you both are!]

[If competing for jealousy is your game, why not team up and give my gorgeous sister-in-law a little peace?]

Though the internet has its rules, the cruelty that swept over us came without warning or justification.

As we opted for divorce following the trials of drowning and a miscarriage, the anguish we felt was a bond only Chloe and I could grasp.

Though genuine understanding might elude us, it was disheartening that Lennox and Milo were oblivious to our hospital beds.

They chose to ignore us entirely and then took to the internet, lied to us, and painted Chloe and me as despicable manipulators.

Watching the insults flood our phones, we knew we couldn't play the role of the victim anymore.

If the brothers aimed to unleash online bullying in Azura's defense, we wouldn't simply stand by and let ourselves be butchered.