Chapter 3

She enjoyed all the good I gave her while despising me at the same time.

I respected her feelings and never touched her, not even with a finger. So many nights I endured the desire, just waiting for our wedding day when she would finally truly belong to me.

But in the end, I became a joke!

She trampled on my sincere love like this. I wanted to tear her apart with my own hands, then end myself.

But I couldn't. I still had my parents. They loved me so much.

How could I bear to make my elderly parents worry about me?

I couldn't imagine how heartbroken they'd be if they knew Sophia—whom they loved like their own daughter—was this kind of person.

Thinking of this, already running a high fever from the rain, I couldn't take the shock anymore and collapsed to the floor.

My last conscious thought was that the back of my thigh hurt terribly. I must have been pierced by glass shards on the floor.

But compared to that, my heart hurt more.

I don't know how long I was unconscious.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt completely drained.

Sharp pain came from the back of my thigh. I reached down and felt a long, thin glass shard embedded deep in the flesh. There was a large pool of blood on the floor.

I tried to stand up but my legs gave out.

Between the blood loss and high fever, all my strength seemed to have been drained away.

I leaned against the wall and slowly stood up. Even this small movement made me break out in cold sweat.

I gritted my teeth and yanked out the glass shard with force, throwing it on the floor. Then I was shocked by the bloody footprints on the ground.

From the direction of the footprints, I could tell Sophia had walked right past me.

She completely ignored me lying unconscious in a pool of blood.

Then I noticed there was even a bloody footprint on my pants. Sophia must have found me lying on the floor in her way and kicked me.

What chilled me even more was that besides her bloody footprints, there was another larger set—clearly a man's!

While I was unconscious, Sophia had actually brought her first love back here!

I leaned weakly against the wall and laughed bitterly. The laughter turned to tears.

The woman I loved with my life ignored whether I lived or died.

Even if you saw an injured dog on the street, you'd feel some compassion, wouldn't you?

Let alone for a husband who loved her for three years!

In that moment, my heart felt like it was being cut by knives.

My throat was dry and painful, my voice trembling as I whispered to myself:

"Sophia, I'll never love you again."

Dragging my sick and injured body, following the bloody footprints, I limped into the bedroom.

Seeing the bedroom in complete disarray, like it had been robbed, my vision went black and I nearly passed out again.

All the cabinets in the bedroom were open. All the valuables and bank cards were gone.

The scene before me made me unable to suppress my rage anymore.

My heart clenched painfully, as if gripped by an invisible hand, making it impossible to breathe.

The feelings I'd sincerely invested for three whole years—fed to the dogs.

I never imagined that three years of love would lose to a suddenly appearing first love.

For her first love, she could bear to treat me this way. I was the world's biggest fool!

I fell onto the bed, gasping for air, trying to ease the discomfort in my chest.

The phone in the living room rang at that moment.

I'd set special ringtones for Sophia and my parents. This call was from my mom.

Enduring the pain in my thigh, I quickly walked to the living room and answered.

As soon as I picked up, my mom's anxious voice came through:

"Coleman, you finally answered! Mom was so worried!"

My mom's voice was tearful. She was clearly frantic.

I exited the call screen and saw that while I was unconscious, my mom and dad had each called me many times.

What could have them so worried?

"Mom, don't panic! Tell me slowly what happened."

But what my mom said next shocked me completely.

I never would have imagined that in such a short time, Sophia could do something like this!