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

"Allyson, will you marry me?"

Dewitt knelt down on one knee, presenting the carefully chosen ring in front of me.

His eyes sparkled, filled with hope and happiness.

The lights around us twinkled in the night. The atmosphere that evening was incredibly romantic.

"Say yes. Say yes!" the crowd around us chanted.

We had been together for four years, and many had witnessed our love story. At that moment, we were surrounded by the cheers and blessings of our friends.

I cried. I wanted to say yes, but I knew that doing so would only hold him back.

So, under the gaze of all those people, I refused.

The cheers abruptly stopped. Everyone looked at each other in shock. Dewitt's face showed disbelief.

Despite the awkward situation, after sending all the guests away, he gently and tenderly pulled me into his arms.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Tell me, we can face it together."

Before he could finish, I interrupted him.

"I fell in love with someone else."

"I don't believe you. If you're troubled by something, you have to tell me. We can work it out together. Don't leave me, Allyson. You promised we'd spend our lives together."

As he spoke, this nearly six-foot-three man buried his head in my shoulder.

I felt a warmth on my shoulder. I realized that he was crying.

My heart ached as if it were being cut with a knife, but even in great pain, I pushed him away.

After that night, I began to avoid him.

He kept trying to find me. In desperation, I found someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

"Don't bother me anymore. You're making a fool of yourself."

With each word I said, his eyes grew redder.

Suddenly, the man pretending to be my boyfriend kissed me on the cheek.

Before I could react, Dewitt rushed forward, pinning the man to the ground and beating him.

I jumped in, hugging the man.

"Dewitt, have you lost your mind? What right do you have to hit him?"

I questioned him, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. He stared at me intensely as if he wanted to kill me.

After a few minutes of tense silence, he turned and walked away.

Watching his back, I vaguely felt that we were completely over.

After that, he didn't show up for a long time.

Someone sent me photos of him, drunk out of his mind, telling me to come pick him up.

I blocked his friends' numbers one by one, determined to cut off all contact with him.

After all, only by doing this could he forget me sooner after I died.

However, I soon realized I had underestimated his feelings for me.

Back then, my mother's condition worsened. She was only alive thanks to the expensive medical treatments.

Dewitt found me, threatening that unless I married him, he would withdraw all of my mother's medical equipment and doctors.

He stood in front of me, his eyes devoid of love, only an undisguised hatred.

"What's the point of doing this? I've told you. I don't love you anymore."

He bit down hard on my lip.

"Allyson, even in death, you'll die by my side."

After being together for so long, I felt that no one knew him better than I did.

Though he tried to appear menacing, I knew that if he truly hated me, there was no way he'd still want to marry me.

So I created a bunch of fake photos of me with other men in bed and threw them in his face.

He tore the photos into shreds, the pieces drifting down like snowflakes.