When the Wolves Came in The 80s, My Officer Husband Chose to Save Her Over Me, So I Asked for a Divorce

When the wolves attacked the Montefioralle Village, my sister and I hid in a tree. My husband, Fabio Marino, didn’t hesitate. He rode in on his horse, lifted my sister down from the tree and galloped away.

Meanwhile, I was left alone. I could only cling to a branch no thicker than my arm, while wolves bared their sharp teeth below.

The next day, I submitted a divorce request to the City Hall. In response, Fabio frowned and said, “Serena was weak, so I saved her first. Are you jealous about that?”

I looked straight into his eyes and answered calmly, “Whatever you say.”