Chapter 1

Right after we finished getting our marriage certificate, Dylan suddenly spoke up:

"I cheated on you."

He pointed at the passenger seat, his smile cruel:

"Yesterday she sat right here and kissed me. She wore something really sexy, and I couldn't resist, so we slept together."

I froze, the pain so intense I couldn't make a sound.

Dylan seemed to savor the memory:

"I can understand your ex-husband Ethan now. Fiona really has more feminine charm than you."

Yes, this was the second time I'd been betrayed.

My ex-husband Ethan and my current husband Dylan had both cheated on me with my best friend Fiona.

Five years ago, I walked in on Ethan and Fiona having sex in my own bed.

When I was devastated and hopeless, Dylan saved me.

But now, he too had betrayed me for Fiona.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally found my voice again. Trembling, I asked:

"Why?"

Why cheat and still marry me?

Why tell me the truth so cruelly at the happiest moment of my life?

Dylan paused for a moment.

Then suddenly burst into loud laughter:

"You win."

I looked at him in confusion.

The next second, a familiar voice came through the car speakers:

"Then tonight you have to use my favorite strawberry flavor~"

My eyes widened in shock.

I felt like all the blood in my body had frozen.

"I made a bet with Fiona about how you'd react when you found out I cheated. I said you'd slap me. She said you'd ask me why."

"If I won, she'd wear stockings. If she won..."

Dylan raised his eyebrows:

"You already heard."

As his words fell, Fiona's voice came through the speakers:

"Lynn, it's been five years. You're still as pathetic as I expected. But your taste in men is consistently good—I really like this one too."

Her mocking laughter made my limbs go numb.

In a daze, I seemed to return to five years ago.

I came home early from a business trip, wanting to celebrate my ex-husband Ethan's birthday.

Walking in, I found Ethan and Fiona having sex in my bed.

When he saw me, Ethan was terrified and at a loss.

But Fiona casually lit a cigarette:

"Lynn, sorry about this. I've been too lonely lately, so I borrowed your husband."

Back then, I was just like this.

Crying, asking Fiona and Ethan:

"Why?"

But when they opened their mouths to answer, my ears felt stuffed with cotton—I couldn't hear a single word.

Not until Fiona and Ethan's faces went pale as they shouted at me.

My lower abdomen hurt so badly I couldn't straighten up.

Only then did I snap back to reality. Looking down, I saw blood pooling beneath me.

That day, I lost the three most important people in my life all at once.

A best friend of ten years, a husband of one year, and my three-month-old baby.

"Alright, I know you like me. See you tonight. I'll take Lynn home first."

Dylan's voice pulled me back from those painful memories.

He hung up the call. The car was instantly filled with just our breathing.

After a moment, Dylan spoke first:

"You must be hungry. Let's go get your favorite cake first, then I'll take you home."

His tone was gentle.

As if nothing had just happened.

Which only made my bloodshot eyes and trembling body seem more pathetic by comparison.

"Dylan, why are you doing this?"

"You promised you'd cherish me for the rest of your life."

My voice was hoarse, tears falling against my will.

But this time, Dylan didn't wipe away my tears like he used to.

He leaned back in his seat with a half-smile:

"Lynn, if you'd chosen me the first time, I probably would have cherished you for life. But now, you're just second-hand goods. Why should I stay faithful to you?"

With that, he handed me a tissue like he was giving charity.

I recoiled sharply, looking at him like he was a monster.

We were all college classmates.

Years ago, he and Ethan had both confessed their feelings to me at the same time.

Back then, I chose Ethan.

Dylan gave his polite blessing, and after marriage I kept my distance from him.

Until Ethan cheated.

Unable to handle the blow, I tried to commit suicide by cutting my wrists.

Dylan appeared in my world like a god descending from heaven.

He healed me, pulled me back from hell to the human world.

Thinking of all the good things he'd done for me, I asked desperately:

"If you cared so much, why did you still pursue me and get together with me?"

As our eyes met, Dylan sighed:

"I thought I didn't care. But when we were planning the wedding."

He looked at me with a bitter smile:

"You were too experienced. When we took wedding photos, you knew how to negotiate with the photographer. When buying rings, you knew to get a fake one for the ceremony to prevent it from being stolen. Even today getting the certificate, you knew what to wear without even checking..."

Dylan's expression grew darker as he spoke.

"Everything you did screamed at me that Dylan was marrying second-hand goods. Lynn, I'm not okay with that."

Tears blurred my vision.

Couldn't see clearly, but could hear even more clearly.

"But I love you."

"So you were married to Ethan for one year, and I'll indulge myself for one year before settling down. Fair, isn't it?"

I felt warmth on my face.

I blinked hard, tears splashing onto Dylan's hand.

He jerked back as if burned.

"That's not fair!"

"If it bothered you, you could have told me, instead of saving me only to betray me!"

"Dylan, I want a divorce!"

I roared, feeling my soul tear apart with pain.

He just watched me coldly. Only after I finished venting did he speak with mock mercy:

"We're already married. Fair or not isn't up to you."

"Divorce? Don't even think about it. Either accept it or endure it."

With that.

Dylan suddenly opened my car door and gave me a light push:

"You're really annoying me right now. Go reflect on yourself."