After Loving Him for Seven years, I Gave Up

Before Flora died, she cried and said she wanted to find her father.

I held her and called my husband countless times, but he hung up on me.

Flora never saw her father until she died.

But I saw my husband's Instagram.

His suit jacket was on another woman, with the caption, "You don't have to be afraid on rainy nights. Because I'm here."

That night, Flora died and I printed the divorce agreement.

"Donald Turner, let's get divorced."

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It was already daylight when Donald came home.

He smelled of wine, wearing yesterday's clothes. When he heard what I said, he sobered up for a moment and instinctively frowned.

"Ella, are you crazy?"

He looked at me incredulously and asked, "You want to divorce me because I helped a friend yesterday?"

I was still holding Flora's little bunny doll, trembling all over. "Friend? Help? Donald, I called you 39 times last night. Do you know what happened to Flora..."

But Donald interrupted me. "That's enough!"

He glared at me impatiently. "How many times have you bothered me for Flora since she got sick? I don't want to argue with you because of her, but I should deserve some time and freedom for myself."

Before I could say anything, Donald got angry. He scolded me unhappily, "Besides, I did help last night. Joanna's car was restricted. And it was heavy rain outside. I couldn't just ignore it."

I looked at the person in front of me, struggling to breathe in pain.

I grew up with Donald and had known him for 28 years. We had been together for 7 years.

Childhood sweethearts. We were innocent and carefree. Since I was young, I liked him, but I also always knew that there was a lover in Donald's heart. That was Joanna.

They met in college and had an on-again, off-again relationship. Donald used to show off in front of everyone, saying, "This is the future Mrs. Turner."

But the year they graduated from college, Joanna unhesitatingly gave up Donald and went abroad.

Donald got drunk. And I went to the bar to pick him up.

That night, he held me and kept calling out Joanna's name. But when he woke up, he knelt in front of me and said he would take responsibility for me.

Later, we got together.

We were happy during our six years of marriage. I thought that any lover would fade away with time.

But after Joanna returned to America last year, I realized that all the happiness was just an illusion.

After he crossed that boundary with Joanna time and time again, I died inside.

Love shattered, but I still had a daughter. Flora had leukemia. I dare not confront Donald. I was afraid of upsetting Flora.

But I didn't expect Donald to be so heartless.

Before Flora died, her biggest wish was to see her dad, but what was Donald doing?

He was coaxing other women!