My Husband Cheated On Me and I Don't Want Him Anymore

In the beginning, Dewitt and I were deeply in love.

In my first year of college, my mother was diagnosed with a serious illness.

At that time, my only wish was for my mother to survive. I was desperate to make money, working four jobs a day, even at the cost of abandoning my studies.

When my mother found out, she cried and refused to see me.

I had no choice but to return to college, but I continued working whenever I wasn't in class.

My mother's medical bills were astronomical to me.

Later, when the college learned about my situation, they started a fundraiser for me.

Dewitt generously donated all the money I needed, even giving more than what was required.

"Thank you."

He was a busy man, and it took me a while to find him to express my gratitude with a deep bow.

At that time, Dewitt was full of vigor. His composed and confident demeanor left a lasting impression on me.

I quietly remembered his kindness, resolving to repay him one day.

Even after that, I continued to work whenever I could.

After that, Dewitt and I didn't cross paths much. But one day, while I was working at a restaurant, I suddenly lost control of my hand holding a tray.

Looking back, I realize that this was the first sign of my illness slowly manifesting.

The sauce from the tray spilled all over the customer.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

The customer was a rough-looking man.

"I'm so sorry, sir, I really didn't mean to. I apologize sincerely. I can pay for the damages."

It was my first time dealing with a situation like this, and I was incredibly flustered.

I frantically tried to wipe the man's clothes while apologizing repeatedly.

"Pay for it? Do you have any idea what brand this suit is? Can you afford it?"

Tears blurred my vision, and I didn't dare to speak, silently enduring his berating.

After he had his fill of scolding me, he said, "Alright, I can be reasonable."

Hearing this, I saw a glimmer of hope.

"I have just one condition," that man said.

"Sure. As long as it's something I can do, I'll agree."

He grinned at me, then grabbed my hand and, with a lascivious smile, said, "If you spend one night with me, I won't make you pay."

I was stunned for a moment and then slapped him subconsciously.

"You little bitch. How dare you hit me!"

What followed was the clichéd damsel-in-distress scene.

Dewitt stepped in front of me, delivering a punch that sent the man sprawling on the ground.

The whole situation had been my fault. I handed all my money to the man, then grabbed Dewitt and fled.

"Thank you, Dewitt."

He had helped me again.

"Didn't I give you enough money? Why are you still working?"

Though he was asking a question, his tone carried a hint of anger.

"It's enough, but I can't just take your money for nothing. I'll repay you someday."

He chuckled.

"Do I look like I'm short of money?

"Well, if you really feel that guilty, I have a condition too."

Hearing the word "condition" made me nervous, and I stole a glance at him.

He flicked my forehead lightly.

"What are you thinking? I heard your mom's a great cook, so I guess you must be good at it, too.

"Come to my place and handle my meals. Consider it repaying the debt."

I stared at him in surprise.

"Is it really that simple?"

"Are you agreeing or not?"

He smiled at me. Back then, I felt he looked just like an angel.

"Yes, I agreed!"

I nodded enthusiastically.

Later, we fell in love over time.

At least, that was how I thought our love story began. Dewitt told me he had liked me long before that.

We were like any other couple, enjoying life together.

Later, when a car was out of control and rushed towards us, he pushed me out, but he was injured.

At that time, I felt that the feeling of being loved wholeheartedly by someone was really wonderful.

However, our happiness was fragile.

We were in love for four years. After graduation, he planned an extravagant proposal for me.

But on the day he proposed, I was diagnosed with the same illness as my mother.