Goodbye Losers, Hello Freedom

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband, Damian Pyke, once again left me for his first love. He said, "Taking care of a child alone isn't easy for Waverly. You're both women—can't you show her some understanding?"

Not only was I willing to understand Waverly Benson, but I was also ready to step aside entirely so they could raise her child together.

So, I packed my bags and applied for an overseas architecture program through my workplace. However, he eventually regretted it, crying and begging me not to go.

Damian Pyke left me once again for Waverly Benson, our neighbor.

I grabbed Damian's sleeve and asked, "Do you have to go? Today is our fifth wedding anniversary."

"Maisie, can you be a little more understanding? Waverly is raising a child on her own, and the kid has a high fever. She can't afford to wait," Damian growled as he impatiently pried my hand off.

I let out a cold laugh, noticing how that kid always seemed to get sick at just the right time.

I snapped, "The kid isn't even yours, so why is she always calling you instead of someone else? Damian, if you walk out that door today, we're getting a divorce tomorrow!"

However, Damian's face darkened. "Do whatever you want, but don't use this to threaten me! After our divorce, no one else would want a woman as heartless as you!"

Fury boiled inside me. The second he turned to open the door, I flipped the dining table over. The candlelit dinner I had prepared crashed to the floor.

Damian froze in place. "Are you out of your mind?! How did I end up marrying a crazy woman like you?"

I stormed out of the house, raising my voice. "Exactly, I'm crazy! What kind of married man keeps running off to another woman's house every other day?"

As I spoke, I marched straight to Waverly's home and pounded on the door. "Waverly! You were bold enough to steal my man, now be bold enough to come out and face me!"

The neighbors poked their heads out, watching the drama unfold. Damian's face turned bright red.

The door finally creaked open, and Waverly stepped out hesitantly, lowering her gaze. "Maisie, don't get the wrong idea. My child is really sick, and I couldn't carry him on my own. Damian's the only person we have to rely on."

I yanked her out of the doorway. "Wow, your kid has great timing! Last month, he got sick when Damian and I finally had a day off to see a movie together. Last week, he was sick on my birthday and today, he's sick on our anniversary!

"Funny how your kid suddenly falls ill every time Damian and I have a moment to ourselves! You know what? Why don't you just have him move in with you? That way, you can keep him by your side around the clock!"

I spun around and stormed back home, shoving Damian, who stood there frozen in shock. "What are you waiting for? Weren't you in a hurry? Go ahead!"

I slammed the door shut, leaving Damian and Waverly speechless in the hallway. Meanwhile, the neighbors whispered among themselves, casting looks of disgust at the two of them.

Damian knocked on the door, begging me to let him in, but I ignored him. It was not until he heard the loud bang of my bedroom door slamming shut that he clenched his jaw and punched the door in frustration before storming off.

Afterward, I calmly turned on the bedside lamp and flipped through a magazine. The reason I dared to cause such a scene was because I had been reborn.

In my past life, our home caught fire when Damian left to be with Waverly. I was trapped inside, locked in, and burned alive. Since I had a second chance, I would not let them walk all over me again.

If he wanted to be with another woman so badly, fine, I would help them be together. However, I would firstly make sure the entire neighborhood saw their true colors.

Damian did not come home that night, but I did not care where he went. The next morning, as I stepped out, I ran into Waverly. She looked exhausted, her eyes filled with resentment as if she wanted to strangle me.

I ignored her, locked my door, and headed straight to work. When I arrived at my manager's office, I handed him my application for a study abroad program.

James Allen's eyes widened. "Maisie, are you sure? You're the best candidate for this, but last time, you said you couldn't leave because of your family."

I replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Allen. I've thought it through. I'm willing to make personal sacrifices for the sake of this company's future.

"Studying abroad and learning advanced architecture techniques will help us grow in ways we never imagined. That's the most important thing right now. If you approve, I'll go home and start packing immediately."

James took a deep breath, put out his cigarette, and signed the papers. "Alright. Go say your goodbyes. You're leaving in a week."

I gave him a deep bow. "Thank you for believing in me."

Back home, I pulled out an old suitcase covered in dust—the same one I packed my stuff in when I moved here with him.

Back then, I married Damian against my family's wishes because I believed he was kind-hearted.

I thought he was a gentle and reliable man, but it turned out that his kindness had always been selective—reserved only for the first love he could never let go of.