Chapter 2

I checked my own phone—I hadn't seen this post. She'd blocked me.

I grabbed his phone to look closer. Yes, it was definitely her.

Just one line: "Body and heart given to my true love, companionship left for the one who loves me!"

The attached photo showed her intertwined with her first love. Though it was only their backs, I recognized her immediately.

He snatched the phone back, cursing:

"What's your problem!"

I looked at the furious scumbag in front of me—the first love from the photo.

Sophia had actually brought him back to our marital home and screwed him in our wedding bed!

I punched the man in the face. We quickly started fighting.

My rage needed an outlet. I soon had him on the ground, face covered in blood.

He grabbed his phone, threatening to call the police.

"I'm telling you, this won't end without a hundred grand!"

"All my money is with Sophia. Go ask her for it."

I walked straight upstairs.

The man cursed something and ran off.

I opened the door. Sophia, sitting in the living room, rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.

Already drenched from the rain, I felt dizzy from the blow, my ears ringing.

Not satisfied with just the slap, Sophia grabbed a vase from the entrance table and smashed it against my head.

Hot blood immediately ran down from my temple. I grunted in pain.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know how to dodge? Coleman, don't think getting hurt means I'll let this go. Who are you to talk about divorce with me? If anyone's dumping anyone, I'm dumping you!"

Sophia looked coldly at the blood flowing down my head, not a trace of concern in her eyes.

"Coleman, I'm already legally married to you. You won. He can never compete with you. The only thing I could compensate him with was my first time! You're the one who'll spend a lifetime with me. You're not really going to make a big deal over something this small, are you? Are you even a man!"

Her voice got louder and louder, ending in uncontrollable anger.

As if I were the one in the wrong, and she was generously forgiving me.

I laughed coldly, casually wiping the blood from my face with the back of my hand.

Seeing I wasn't responding, Sophia got even angrier and tried to hit me again. I grabbed her wrist and shoved her aside.

She stumbled and nearly fell, staring at me in disbelief:

"Coleman, you dare to push me!"

This was the first time I'd turned on her in three years together. I'd never even raised my voice to her before.

My sudden change in attitude was hard for Sophia to accept. She picked up glass shards from the floor and stabbed at me like a madwoman.

"Bastards like you need to be put in your place! Let's see how I teach you a lesson today! Coleman, you're just a useless piece of trash. I've suffered through three miserable years with you, I'm sick of you! The more I look at you, the more disgusting you are!"

"You want a divorce? Fine, let's divorce! At least I won't have to force myself not to feel sick every night when you hold me! Coleman, you're the one who wanted this divorce. Don't you dare regret it!"

After speaking, Sophia grabbed her phone and stormed out.

I stood there, clearly hearing her call her first love outside the door, telling him to come pick her up.

I couldn't suppress my rage anymore. I punched the door hard, making a huge sound.

Three years. I never knew that in Sophia's heart, I was disgusting trash!