After the Divorce: I Saw the Dawn

I had been secretly married to the singer Clara Lowe for seven years, and she had finally agreed to announce it at her concert officially.

However, on that day, a famous young heartthrob took the stage with a bouquet and proposed to her, saying, "Loving you is my unchanging mission for this lifetime."

Clara accepted it with pleasure, saying, "The most precious gift is deep affection. I love you too."

The two of them shared a passionate kiss in front of tens of thousands of fans.

At the sight of that scene, I felt like I was in an ice cellar. I threw the bouquet I was holding into the trash can and walked away.

"Clara, let's get a divorce. Don't force it."

I went home in the rain, and my face was pale from the headache.

Not long after, Clara came back with flowers in her arms. At the sight of me being drenched, her first reaction was not concern or guilt but rather a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.

"What's this? Is the little jealous cat trying to play the sympathy card again?"

She walked up to me, took off her high heels, lifted her delicate legs wrapped in black pantyhose, put her toes against my chest, and moved down little by little.

"On our anniversary next year, I will make it official.

My feet hurt from all the jumping and dancing at the concert today. Honey, can you hold me and take me to a shower?"

Clara always liked the carrot-and-stick approach.

She thought I was a sucker for this.

In fact, I just loved her so much that I couldn't bear to quarrel with her and see her suffer.

"Do you have a broken foot or leg? Can't walk on your own?"

This time, my response was unusually cold.

Clara was stunned in surprise, then pouted, "I just want my husband to hold me."

As she spoke, she opened her arms and was about to pounce on me.

The green bracelet on her wrist, a gift from Jackson, sparkled under the light as if mocking me for being cheated on.

With a sullen face, I moved away.

Clara missed her aim, immediately furrowing her brows, with shock evident in her eyes.

"You've never been like this before."

She probably didn't expect that her tried-and-tested trick would fail again and again tonight.

"You like being held in the bath, don't you?

Go to Jackson, then. You accepted his advances and even kissed him."

I walked straight to the bathroom and didn't bother to look at her anymore.

In the past, Clara had created fake relationships, pretending to have ambiguous interactions with others on social media platforms.

She said it was a company requirement and that it was common in the entertainment industry. She hoped I would support her career.

Although I was unhappy, I expressed understanding. As long as Clara didn't take any excessive actions, I wouldn't say anything.

Tonight, she not only broke our agreement but also kissed Jackson in public.

And he was her first love!

I once asked Clara, "Will you abandon me for someone from the past?"

She smiled and replied, "Don't ask these messed up questions. It will make people feel annoyed."

Perhaps I should have understood earlier that avoiding the question was a kind of attitude.

Knock! Knock!

Clara knocked on the door outside and said, "Darling, what happened with Jackson tonight was also arranged by the company.

I bought you a gift and put it on the coffee table.

The company just notified me that I have an interview, so I have to go out first. I want to eat pancakes with fresh fruit tomorrow morning, so remember to prepare it."

She clearly said that she would cancel all arrangements.

She promised that she would hold my hand and walk me from the dark alley to the spotlight.

Didn't she remember anything now?

Clara, was your memory getting worse because of Jackson?