My Ex-Husband Begged to Be My Substitute

On our third wedding anniversary, he stayed at the hospital with his first love and only sent me a text message.

"Serena's depression relapsed. I won't be coming home tonight."

No apology, no explanation. For three years, it had always been like this.

For his first love, he trampled on my dignity again and again.

She stole my aromatherapy formulas to launch her brand. She shattered my late professor's legacy on the floor.

When I asked him why, he frowned. "She needs this success to overcome her depression."

"Can't you just behave and stop acting like a difficult woman?"