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Everyone claims that Scott Kennedy, the youthful successor to one of California's most prominent families, wed a simpleton.
Regrettably, I'm the alleged simpleton they can't cease discussing.
I never truly grasped the concept of "first love" until someone remarked, "Scott's first love is his soulmate. And you? You're merely the simpleton he was compelled to marry."
I couldn't contain myself. I crumbled, sobbing uncontrollably and collapsing to the ground like a child throwing a fit.
For truly, what other recourse did I have?
I am a simpleton—or at least that's all anyone appears to believe. Yet even after all that, he still brought her back.
"You're so innocent and good-natured," he said, almost beseeching as if requesting a favor. "Please, allow her to stay. Alright?"
Everyone labels me a simpleton, but even a simpleton like me comprehends one basic truth—my spouse is supposed to be mine alone.
If Scott begins falling for another, then... I no longer want him.

Simpleton's Ultimatum, Love Me or Lose Me

As I exited the police station after giving my statement, I heard Scott calling out, "Nadia, hold on!"


There stood Scott, his expression revealing an emotion I hadn't witnessed in three years—desire.


It smoothed the harsh contours of his face, revealing a vulnerability I wasn't accustomed to seeing.


"Nadia, I didn't file the divorce papers," he admitted, his voice shaky. "Let's return home, alright? I was mistaken. From this point on, I'll only put my faith in you, not anyone else."


I remained motionless, contemplating his words.


Throughout the past three years, Scott hadn't been overtly cruel, but he had inflicted pain in subtler ways—through his apathy, suspicion, and silence when I needed his support most.


I moved closer, examining his face—the creased forehead, the remorse clouding his gaze. His sincerity was evident.


Chapter 11