Love Has Collapsed

After ten years of marriage, my unromantic husband suddenly bought me a set of sexy underwear.

I posted it with great joy, but his first love commented with heavy sarcasm on my post.

"Look at your flat chest. How do you have the nerve to think the costume is for you?"

I was so angry that I rushed to his first love's place with the sexy costume.

Unexpectedly, I saw him cuddling and kissing his first love on the bed.

"Do you have any manners? How could you barge in like that? We're just chatting about life issues!"

I uttered a cold laugh and threw the divorce agreement I had prepared in advance in his face.

"Let's divorce. Sign it, and then you can talk about life issues with her for the rest of your life!"

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Henry took the divorce agreement over with a cold face and tore it into pieces with gritted teeth.

He scattered the scraps of paper all over and sneered.

"What a nagging woman you are. Why do you always make a big deal out of nothing?

"What are you still standing there for? Get out of here! Yvie and I haven't finished our business yet!"

In the past, I would have had a big fight with him if he had accused me so unfairly.

At this moment, however, looking at how shameless the two of them were, I was emotionless.

I supposed I was so sad that I already felt dead inside.

With a snorting laugh, I took a photo of the two with my phone and threw the sexy underwear at his face.

Amid Henry Lawrence's furious roar, I walked out and immediately posted the photo I had just taken.

I wrote, "My husband said he was chatting about life issues with his first love. I guess one of their life issues is how to have a baby together."

In the photo, Henry and Yvonne Williams were snuggling up to each other intimately in bed in their pajamas.

As soon as I posted it, comments flooded in.

"Mr. Lawrence is awesome! Can I join in their chat as well?"

"I never expected Henry to be such a scumbag. Divorce him. He doesn't deserve you!"

"I can't believe a scumbag is so good at finding excuses for adultery. I feel sorry for his wife. The other woman should be punished."

As more and more comments were unfavorable to Henry and Yvonne, Henry finally stepped forward and commented in response.

"Please don't misunderstand us. Yvie has been a little confused lately. As her boss, it is my duty to counsel her."

Henry was so brazen as to see everyone as fools.

But his comment soon became a target for criticism.

After a while, Henry commented again to respond to me.

"Okay, Gina, it's just a misunderstanding. Don't peddle it just to seek attention. Delete it."

I let out a cold laugh. As expected, this damn unfaithful man tended to put all the blame on me.

Just as I was about to comment something in reply, my mother-in-law called me and started swearing at me.

"Regina Kelsey, you bitch! Can't you talk about this matter in private? You just want to ruin my son!

"Delete it now! Otherwise, believe it or not, I'll ask Henry to divorce you right away!"

What a loving mother and son my mother-in-law and Henry were. No matter what happened, they could always stand on the same side against me.

As for me, Henry's lawful wife, who had been married to him for ten years, had always been an outsider in their eyes.

I waited patiently for my mother-in-law to finish cursing me before I uttered calmly.

"I've asked your son for a divorce, but he refused. If you can get him to divorce me at once, I'll thank you from the bottom of my heart!"

With that, I hung up on my mother-in-law regardless of her shrill shouts of anger.

When I was dating Henry, my mother-in-law always despised me.

They felt that I, a girl from an ordinary family, was trying to marry up to the prestigious Lawrence family.

But Henry never cared about the gap between our status and resolutely married me.

At that time, I naively assumed that Henry was different from the other wealthy men.

It was not until we got married that I realized not only did he not care about my family background, but he also didn't care about me in the slightest.

To him, I was not like a wife but a maid who could serve him in every aspect.

He had no enthusiasm for me at all and always treated me with dead silence.

After we got married, he forbade me to work and only allowed me to revolve around him.

Even in bed, he never asked me how I felt but would only use me to sate his lust.

Whenever I took the initiative to get intimate with him, he would push me away with disgust and go to sleep in the guest bedroom.

I thought he was just a little bit chauvinistic, so I gradually got used to his coldness and indifference toward me.

However, his first love, Yvonne, who had settled abroad, suddenly returned a year ago.

He seemed to have turned into a completely different person. He became passionate, cheerful, lively, and interesting, bursting with vitality.

Yes, he was full of vitality when he was with Yvonne.

I could see a smile that I used to never see on his face. He seemed to be full of energy and looked ten years younger.

I thought he had become a romantic husband when I arrived home and saw the sexy costume he forgot to bring to Yvonne today.

I wrongly believed that he bought it for me to wear, which was the first time in ten years of our marriage.

I didn't realize what a joke I was until I saw Yvonne's comment.

Cold tears streamed down my face. I kept my eyes open until dawn.

The next morning, Henry returned home with a satisfied glow on his face. As soon as he entered, he shouted at me as if nothing had happened.

"Where is my silver-gray shirt?"

It turned out that he just came back to change clothes. Seeing me remain silent with a blank face, he walked into the room and looked at me with a stern face.

"I'm asking you. Are you deaf?"

I laughed frigidly as I pulled out another divorce agreement from under the pillow and threw it in his face.

"Let your mistress tell you what to dress from now on. I won't serve you anymore!"