Sacrificing My Youth for a Short Marriage

On the third day of my wedding, I saw a video on my homepage with one million likes.

The caption was "Six Glasses of Wine to Myself," and the man in the video was wearing abstract special effects.

However, with each toast to himself, I could see the endless sadness in his eyes.

"This first toast, to myself, for mustering the courage to confess my love to her at seventeen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"This second toast, to myself, for giving her a home at twenty-seven."

"This third toast, to myself, for building her the garden of her dreams in this home."

"This fourth toast, to myself, for still loving and respecting her in our ten years together."

"This fifth toast, to myself, for never betraying my first love."

To this point, every word the man said was sincere and touching.

But until his sixth sentence ....

"This sixth toast, to myself — a trip to Therondia."

"I have no regrets."

If I hadn't noticed the wedding ring on the man's left ring finger in the video, I would have calmly scrolled past it.

But still I recognized it -- it was James' and my wedding ring.

And Therondia, the place where James' former female supervisor was transferred.

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The comments under the video were filled with heartfelt admiration and praise.

[Dude, you're a true man! You've accomplished something I couldn't in my lifetime.]

[Ten years! How many men can be faithful for ten years? Thumbs up!]

[I cried, reminded me of my first love. Enough, I'm going to the rooftop to smoke.]

Even, many girls kept leaving a comment in the comment section.

[I envy that girl! You two must stay together forever!]

Little did they know, the girl they envied was clutching her phone, trembling all over.

Yes, the man in the video was my husband, James Sauer.

We had known each other for ten years, got together at eighteen and dated for three years after a breakup and reconciliation. Today was the third day of our wedding.

However, the video was posted on the day before the wedding.

James never told me his account, his newly registered account, to be precise.

Actually, I completely understood James' actions.

Everyone had their own complexes and perhaps, it was just a way for him to say goodbye to his past self.

If only he hadn't mentioned Therondia.

Therondia had always been a sacred place in my heart.

Until six months ago, I happened to meet James' female supervisor at work, Savannah Young.

That time, Savannah hadn't yet been transferred to another position.

The first time I noticed something amiss between her and my husband was in the car.

That day, James' team was out for a social gathering and everyone, except James, was drunk.

I waited downstairs and saw Savannah get out of my husband's passenger seat.

But I wasn't so petty as to not allow others of the opposite sex to sit in his passenger seat.

Just when I sat on it, I saw a mess on the passenger seat. Apart from vomit, even potato chips and crumbs were all over the seat.

I bought potato chips and put them in the car.

But he never allowed me to eat in the car.

I pointed to the empty packaging bag and got into an argument with him.

"I waited seven days for my friend to send me this from abroad. And you let her eat it?"

James' expression immediately changed.

"Just a snack, are you really going to argue with me here?"

"You know I'm not here for the snacks."

"Then why are you embarrassing me in front of my colleagues?"

Suppressing my anger, I turned around and saw Savannah not far away, arms folded, a half-smile on her face, her eyes occasionally grazing on us.