Chapter 1

On the night of our wedding reception, my wife Sophia was secretly having sex with her first love in the changing room.

I happened to be in the room next door. I heard every word, every sound, crystal clear.

"Scott, this is my first time. It's the only thing I can give you. Enjoy it!"

Then came my wife's moans of pleasure.

I was about to kick down the changing room door and beat that man to a pulp.

But then Sophia said something that chilled me to the bone.

"Scott, let me compensate you with a baby too!"

"Scott, let me compensate you with a baby! He loves me so much, he'd never suspect a thing!"

Hearing this, I realized any argument would be pointless.

I turned and quickly left the wedding venue. Just as I reached the parking lot, it started pouring rain.

I drove far away before pulling over to the side of the road.

I stared blankly out the car window, a bitter smile twisting my lips.

I reached into the car and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

I'd quit smoking years ago. Sophia hated the smell of smoke, so I quit the day we got together.

Now the car filled with choking smoke. I coughed until tears came to my eyes, and finally I couldn't hold back anymore and broke down crying.

All I could think about was Sophia's seductive moaning. I never knew she had such a wild side.

She was calling someone "baby" with such excitement—but it wasn't me. It was her first love.

Three years together. I'd wanted to be intimate with her countless times.

But Sophia said she couldn't accept premarital sex, so every time I held myself back.

I never imagined she was saving the most beautiful moment for our wedding day—but giving it to another man.

For three years, I worked myself to the bone to give her the best material life. I did all the housework, tolerated all her bad moods, and spoiled her like a princess.

And she stabbed me right through the heart!

It was all self-deception.

My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand. The pain made it hard to breathe.

I finally saw the truth. Sophia didn't love me.

In that moment, I couldn't hold it together anymore. I buried my face against the steering wheel and let out agonized sobs.

I sat there until dark. Then Sophia called.

I hesitated, but hung up.

She called again and again. Finally I just threw my phone aside and let it ring.

Eventually the ringing stopped, replaced by message notifications.

I opened them. Voice messages from Sophia.

"Where the hell did you go! Tonight's our wedding night and you're not even coming home?"

I laughed bitterly to myself. So she remembered tonight was supposed to be our wedding night!

I looked up at the night sky through the car window, feeling cold despair spreading through my chest.

Sophia quickly sent a second message.

"Coleman, are you out hooking up with some old flame you can't forget on our wedding night!"

But she was the one hooking up with someone else on our wedding night!

She betrayed me, and now she was turning it around on me.

I actually laughed out loud in anger. On the other end, Sophia heard my laughter and started cursing:

"You dare to laugh! You have ten minutes to get your ass back here and apologize! Otherwise this marriage is over!"

I forced down my rage and said coldly:

"You already spent your wedding night with someone else. Why do you need me?"

Sophia didn't respond.

I smiled bitterly. If she didn't love me, then I'd let her have her first love.

"Sophia, let's get divorced. Tomorrow morning at nine, I'll wait for you at City Hall."

This time, Sophia responded quickly.

"Coleman, I just made a little mistake that any woman might make. Can't you be more generous? I married you, didn't I? What more do you want?"

My heart clenched painfully. Tears fell again despite myself.

On our wedding night, wearing her white wedding dress, wearing the ring I gave her, she went behind my back to the changing room at our wedding venue and gave her virginity to another man.

And now she was questioning what more I could possibly want!

I couldn't take it anymore. I clenched my fists and pounded the steering wheel furiously.

After venting, I still decided to go back. Divorce needed to be settled face to face.

Just as I reached the building, I bumped into a man in the hallway who was whistling and dressed flashily.

I wasn't paying attention and stepped on his foot. He jumped up high, howling.

"Are you fucking blind! Watch where you're going! These are my brand new wedding shoes and you just dirtied them. Pay up!"

I was in a low mood, running a high fever from the rain, in no state to deal with this kind of sleazy punk.

"How much? I'll pay what they're worth."

I asked quietly, pulling out my phone to scan and pay him.

Seeing I was cooperative, the man looked me up and down.

"These shoes are genuine imported leather, real expensive! This won't be settled without five thousand bucks!"

I laughed at myself bitterly. Even trash like this was bullying me now.

Did I really seem that easy to push around? Everyone wanted to take advantage of me!

When the man unlocked his phone screen, I saw it was on Ins.

The most recent post at the top was from Sophia!