Ten Years of Old Love, March of New Love

Coming home late from working overtime, I stumbled upon an intimate scene involving my husband.

"Peter, when will you finally get a divorce? I've waited so long for you, it painful for me." The woman clung to my husband, Peter Einstein, pouring out her grievances, wishing she could merge herself into his body.

Peter, lost in passion, could hardly contain himself. Panting heavily, he replied, "Baby, not now. I still need her to help stabilize the company. Once the crisis is over, I'll ask her for a divorce and never be apart from you again."

Raindrops fell on them, transforming into a halo of shimmering light. They embraced, kissed and tangled in the curtain of rain ...

Lost in the heat of the moment, I put away my phone, turned and walked into the night.

One phone call later, I agreed to my older sister's request to return to the countryside and take over our family business.

"Who were you talking to?" I hadn't noticed when Peter returned. By the time I realized, he was standing at the entrance to the study, towel in hand, drying his hair.

I put my phone away and answered truthfully.

Peter frowned slightly, "Your family only has a few measly acres of land. What's there to inherit? Instead of going back to be a farmer, why not pick up more jobs to pay off your debts?"

"My sister wants to expand the orchard and the fifty thousand is the investment for our family ..." I began to explain softly, but he cut me off mid-sentence.

"Enough! We've been together for so many years, don't you think I know your family's situation? Don't use supporting your hometown as an excuse for failing to invest properly!" His mocking words came one after another.

To him, I was just a woman living off his support. When I didn't respond, his tone suddenly softened, "Don't go back to the new house for the next couple of days. Regina's lease is up and she'll be staying there temporarily."

Peter's voice was calm, but I felt shattered. That was the house I had purchased specifically for preparing to conceive ...

I wanted to protest, but he was already looking at his phone with a gentle gaze, walking into the bedroom without sparing me a thought. He didn't care how I felt at all.

Watching his retreating figure, a wave of helplessness washed over me. Ten years of love, only to be replaced by someone new. Was this the ultimate fate of love?

The next morning, Peter left early. I made a simple dish of toast and scrambled egg to fill my stomach and looked around at the empty house.

I knew Peter had gone to see Regina again. Sitting in the living room, I leaned in a corner, scrolling through my messages.

A post on Regina's social media caught my eye. In the video, Peter wore a pink apron, his eyes full of affection.

He carefully prepared a plate of Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo, a sharp contrast to the tasteless toast in front of me.

And the setting for their video? They were in my new home, with its mortgage still unpaid.

The caption, full of hearts, tried but failed to hide the truth and the comments piled up long and endless.

"Wow, as expected, Regina! Just graduated two years ago and you already married to a CEO. You're truly our role model!"

"Right? We graduated straight into unemployment, while you went straight to the top. Please, let us have a CEO just as loving!"

Regina replied: "Don't overthink it, everyone. It's just that Peter is kind enough to take me in."

Her vague words only fueled more excitement in the comments. Several acquaintances who knew Peter sent me private messages asking about it.

I didn't respond. Instead, I exited the app and liked her post.

As expected, a message popped up from Regina: [Madeline, please don't misunderstand. I just wanted to thank Peter, nothing more.]