Caleb and I had been entangled for five years. He enjoyed seeing me devastated for him.

He even tried to embarrass me, watching me break down, and causing a scene!

He said this was my punishment for driving away his beloved girl.

Later, I learned my lesson and stopped causing trouble.

When his beloved returned to the country, they were affectionate in front of me.

I handed him a box of condoms and made an appointment for him to get a vasectomy.

"Get a vasectomy, so you won't have any illegitimate children."

***

Caleb started another scandal with those young stars.

When the secretary showed me the photos, there were already countless pictures of him and the popular actress entering and leaving hotels.

In the photos, Caleb, whose face had made my heart flutter countless times, had a smug smile as he embraced the young star's waist.

Dandy was the title

given to him by the media.

Looking at that young star again, I found he bore some resemblance to Jacqueline, Caleb's first love.

This kind of news has been happening in the two years since I got married to him.

It had happened countless times.

The next second, I got a phone call from Caleb.

"Deal with the news."

I didn't reply to him, for I was still in a daze looking at the photo.

I didn't respond, so Caleb sarcastically broke the silence, saying, "What? Are you jealous or something?"

My throat tightened, and I couldn't say a word, even though he had hurt me countless times.

Sharp words still hurt when they pierced into the chest.

"Caleb, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?"

He laughed, his voice was so familiar.

But the words spoken were so cruel.

"You forced me to marry you, didn't you?

What? Can't you bear it now? You're already my wife. You don't expect me to love you, do you?"

He almost drove me crazy.

How could I dare to expect his love?

"Caleb, I beg you! Can you please stop treating me like this?"

I shouted at him in despair on the phone.

This marriage was in name only.

I still remembered his first affair.

I caught him red-handed.

I saw him kissing a girl, who wore a hot short skirt, in the bar booth.

My mind exploded in an instant. It was just one month after we got married.

At that time, I was still fantasizing about the beautiful life after marriage with him.

After all, I loved him to the core at that time.

I rushed over and poured the drinks on the table onto them.

At first, Caleb was a little panicked.

He originally wanted to scold me, when I stood there crying, and tears were falling down in big drops.

At that time, Caleb was the one who came to coax me first.

I foolishly let him wipe away my tears and apologize to me.

And then?

Then he pushed me away, as if he remembered something.

Putting away the tenderness on his face, he showed a mocking expression and said to me, "You look so beautiful even when you cry. But what the hell do you think you are to control me?"

He embraced the beautiful girl in his arms again, surrounded by a group of his friends, as if watching a big show at the moment.

Laughing out loud, they treated me like a clown.

Some of them even enjoyed watching a heated argument regardless of the seriousness of the matter,

instigating that girl to pour wine on me.

After the girls learned the ins and outs, she was wary that I was Caleb's wife. At first, she just pretended to hold the wine glass.

But Caleb just looked at me and didn't say anything to stop her. Seeing this, the girl poured a full glass of wine on my head.

She turned around and sought credit from Caleb, who smiled and patted her head as a reward.

It ended with me leaving the scene in a sorry state.

At that time, I felt so wronged and thought, "Caleb, do you really want to treat me like this?

Do you still remember how you used to cherish me like a treasure?"

...

I felt like I couldn't breathe, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed, hurting so much.

As long as I still loved him, I couldn't remain indifferent.

Caleb came from a prestigious family, and was a scion of a wealthy family.

Originally, I shouldn't have had any connection with him.

Unfortunately, I fell in love with him during college.

We had countless beautiful memories during our four years in college.

But all of these were destroyed by an accident.

I numbly dealt with these scandals.

But this time, the star became very famous.

Simple public relations didn't work well.

I held a press conference to clarify for the two of them.

The initial plan was for him and me to show affection in front of the reporters and say that Miss Walker was a good friend of ours.

That was why we were so close.

But on the day of the press conference, Caleb was late.

Reporters and I were waiting anxiously, and my heart was pounding.

An indistinct premonition came to my mind.

"Caleb, don't be so cruel!"

I silently pray.

A reporter holding a mobile phone shouts, "Mr. Stanley is having dinner with Miss Walker."

In that second, my heart truly broke.

Numbly, I picked up my phone and opened Twitter.

The hottest topic was that Miss Walker and Mr. Stanley were having dinner at a top restaurant.

And this tweet was posted by Rose herself.

Caption: [He loves me.]

It was a blatant provocation.

My mind went blank as I watched it appear repeatedly on Rose's Twitter, that man smiling indulgently at the camera.

After confirming it repeatedly, I looked up, and the reporters' cameras were aimed at me.

"Ms. Strock, what are your thoughts on your husband having dinner with another woman?"

"Ms. Strock, today you are here to clarify things between Mr. Stanley and Miss Walker, but Mr. Stanley is having a candlelight dinner with her. Do you think your husband is cheating on you?"

"Ms. Strock..."

What was even more embarrassing than clarification was being slapped in the face.

The reporters chased after me like dogs smelling meat.

Each piercing question felt like a knife stabbing my chest.

It was too absurd.

"Caleb, I'm really fed up!"

I returned to our home with a disheveled appearance.

I sat in the dark living room all night without turning on the lights. When the clock's hands had passed midnight,

Caleb was back.

The lights were turned on, and I sat alone on the sofa, like a soulless doll.

Caleb was startled and walked towards me, sitting across from me.

"It seems like I've gone too far today. I saw many netizens criticizing you on Twitter."

He casually said this sentence.

Originally, he also knew how much harm his actions would bring to me.

I didn't respond, and I no longer had the energy to argue with him as loudly as before.

To satisfy his wicked interest, he would make me cry helplessly.

Every time I cried for him, he would laugh happily.

It seemed that the sadder I cried, the more delighted he became.

He held my chin and said word by word, "You drove Jacqueline away. She is suffering abroad. You don't even have right to cry here!"

At that time, I never understood what Jacqueline going abroad had to do with me.

Later, I understood.

Jacqueline was Caleb's childhood sweetheart, the one he loved deeply.

Back then, I had a one-night stand with him, and I didn't even know why.

After having a drink, I ended up in his bed.

This scene happened to be seen by Jacqueline, and she was heartbroken.

She said I was a bad woman who destroyed her relationship with Caleb.

After she went abroad, Caleb seemed to have changed.

He said he wanted to take responsibility for me and proposed to me.

But at this point, I realize that four years of us cannot compare to his childhood sweetheart.

He just wanted to torture me, and his true love was only for his childhood sweetheart.

Just thinking about this made me feel desolate.

We were in a relationship for four years, but he always had someone else in his heart.

So all the good times I had with him didn't count anymore because of one sentence.

It was really ridiculous.

The first time I had an intercourse with Caleb, he proposed to me.

I thought he loved me to the extreme.

"Caleb, do you really like Jacqueline that much?"

My eyes had lost their luster.

If I knew about his hidden love for Jacqueline, I would never have married him.

I would never have longed for him to come back again and again.

My love for Caleb was too heavy, which oppressed my nerves every day.

I had seen several doctors, and they diagnosed me with mild depression.

Originally, I didn't care about it. People online always said that everyone had some mild depression.

But late at night, anxiety made it difficult for me to fall asleep.

Those true and false memories appeared before my eyes.

I was easy to collapse.

Caleb was a big cheater. He clearly said he would love me for a lifetime.

Actually, he never loved me.

Caleb was stunned, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I didn't talk nonsense, but you are a liar who is full of lies!

If you do love Jacqueline, go find her. It's just a plane ride away across the Pacific Ocean.

You are a coward. You dare not admit that you love Jacqueline, nor dare to be with her. Are you taking it out on me?

Caleb, I hate you! You lied to me!"

I shouted my anger out loudly.

Forgot to mention, Jacqueline was not only his childhood sweetheart,

but also the adopted daughter of his parents.

On the same household registration, he dared not defy his parents, so he blamed everything on me.

Caleb's face turned red, and he became furious when I mentioned it. He even slapped me.

And tears uncontrollably flowed out.

I turned around and stared at him, tears flowing nonstop.

In his eyes, there was no longer the love and grievance as before, but despair and hatred.

"Let's get divorced."

I threw everything on the table that could be thrown, and shouted at him in despair.

"Let's get divorced, Caleb! Please let me go!

It's my fault. I shouldn't have dated you in the first place! I beg you.

Please..."

I looked at him. My emotions already in shambles, and I choked out the last words, "Let's get a divorce."

Caleb saw my emotional reaction, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes. His tone became anxious, "Never!"

He came over and hugged me, "Iris, I won't divorce you, I'm sorry."

After all the torment of this year, he actually apologized to me.

I broke down and cried, pushing him away forcefully, but he held onto me even tighter.

As if he was truly afraid of losing me, he tried to squeeze me into his own body.

I heard him say, "Iris, I will make it up to you.

Iris, do you want a wedding?

We didn't have a wedding when we got married. Shall I arrange a good one for you?"

I stared at him blankly, and his words sounded unfamiliar.

Looking at Caleb in front of me, I thought of the old version of him, who loved me in college.

The sweet words in my ears comforted me over and over again, as he stroked my hair.

He seemed like a husband deeply in love with his wife.

I nodded in confusion.

Once again,

I believed in Caleb without hesitation.

But I wouldn't know that this wedding would push me into the abyss and make me pay a painful price.