First Love's Return: The Reason My Husband Filed for Divorce

It had been six years since the wedding. Chasel Ford and I quarreled again, and then he went abroad to meet his old flame.

I looked at the stack of divorce petitions from previous years in the cabinet and suddenly understood.

These days were quite pointless, so I resolved to go to the court as he expected.

From then on, I only saw Chasel in my dreams.

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When I was moving house to the newly rented house, Chasel posted a photo on Instagram sharing a romantic moment.

And the caption was: [We're meant to be together.]

The photo showed ten interlocking, with a pink diamond ring on her ring finger.

I held the phone and felt like I had seen this ring before.

After Enlarging the photo, it became clear that the style of the ring was my idea.

Before our sixth anniversary, I happily picked out a new pair of rings and showed them to Chasel.

Seeing this, he replied casually, "Is this necessary?"

His words choked me and dented my enthusiasm.

I comforted myself that there was indeed no need to purchase another pair of rings.

But this ring appeared on someone else's finger on our anniversary.

It struck me that it was not because it's unnecessary to buy the ring, but not for me.

In the chat groups, our several mutual friends joked.

Friend 1: [Hey, are you taking Hilary to travel abroad?]

Chasel: [I am with Serena.]

Friend 1: [Today? Are you crazy?]

Chasel: [No big deal. It's Hilary who are unwilling to get divorce.]

Chasel did it on purpose.

Today was our sixth wedding anniversary.

I mocked myself and watched popups generated from the group chat.

I knew it's no longer appropriate for me to stay in that group chat and clicked exit silently.

The moment I exited the group chat, Chasel seemed to have also left my world.

I felt so calm that I thought I had gotten over it.

I was no longer obsessed with our affections, no longer obsessed with Chasel.

Joyce Lewis called me, and she was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone before she started to ask, "Hilary, are you okay?"

This was not the first time that Chasel had an affair in public.

But I wavered and forgave him again and again. My best friend Joyce gradually turned from being indignant to remaining silent.

My suppressed emotions collapsed under Joyce's sudden concern.

We've come through the high school days, college years, and six years of marriage together.

He has occupied almost half of my life.

Even if I wanted to be relieved, I couldn't make it immediately.

My nose felt sore. I shook my head subconsciously. But I remembered that she couldn't see it at all and added, "It's okay, we're divorced."

"What?" Joyce couldn't believe her ears and asked again.

"We're divorced. I've had enough of waiting for him to come back."