My Wife Proposed to Her First Love

I divided the dishes among the neighbors, leaving only a small portion for myself to finish the tasteless meal.

Meanwhile, Dimitri frequently updated his social media with a new caption: [After returning from a business trip, I’m enjoying my favorite juicy steak. Indeed, life is good!]

In the photo, a juicy steak and a spread of sides were laid out, with half a figure visible across the table.

I instantly recognized it as Aphrodite.

The crystal bracelet on her wrist was the one I had chosen for her.

Aphrodite was never good with spicy food but was willing to join her childhood friend at Seasons Steakhouse.

Yet when I accidentally added too much chili to my cooking, she always set down her spoon and fork with a cold expression.

After dinner, Aphrodite went on to ride the Ferris wheel with Dimitri.

[When we reach the top of the Ferris wheel, we can be together forever.]

I turned off social media, tossed my phone aside and started packing my clothes.

My emotions slowly settled, no longer so shaken.

On the other hand, Aphrodite returned late that night. She carried the mixed scent of Dimitri’s cologne.

“I forgot to bring this back for you; it’s a gift I got on my trip,” she said, tossing me a small gift box.

Inside was a tie.

I instantly recognized it, the one Dimitri wore in his wedding photo.

I placed the tie back in the box and tossed it into the trash.

“I don’t want secondhand things,” I said calmly. “By the way, the wedding you organized for him was quite extravagant.”

Aphrodite’s expression darkened when she saw me throw away the gift. She was about to scold me but froze at my words.

“You know about that?” There was a hint of panic in her voice, but she quickly composed herself.

“I’ve known Dimitri since we were kids. He’s never been in a relationship and he just wanted to know what it’s like to be a groom. I had the time, so I helped him organize a wedding,” she explained casually. “But nothing happened between us; you don’t need to overthink it.”

I suddenly found her unfamiliar.

While dating, Aphrodite had always set clear boundaries, never overstepping with other men.

But now, she could casually admit to organizing a wedding for another man.

This was the woman I had loved for ten years.

I felt my eyes moisten, so I tightly shut them before speaking calmly. “Aphrodite, let’s get a divorce.”

She stared at me in disbelief, as if she hadn’t heard me right.

“What did you say? Divorce? Samuel, you’ve lost your mind! It was just a wedding. Why are you being so petty?” Her voice carried a thin edge of anger.

“I’ll get a lawyer to draft the divorce papers. You just need to sign them,” I replied, my eyes opening as my feelings for her quickly faded.

“You’re simply unreasonable!” she spat, slamming the door as she stormed out. I didn’t get up to follow.

The next afternoon, Aphrodite called, her tone cold. “Bring the document from the living room to my office. I need it this afternoon.”

She hung up without waiting for my response.

When I arrived at her office building, I headed straight to her office.

The door wasn’t fully closed and as I approached, I heard laughter and light conversation from inside.