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I begged my husband 304 times before he finally agreed to accompany me and take my father on his final journey out to sea.
But as I stood on the shore, my father's temperature slowly ebbed away in his wheelchair.
I never even saw my husband's shadow.
His pure love social media post showed photos of them watching clouds on the prairie.
"Escaping the mundane world, as long as I have you."
My finger slipped and I accidentally liked it. He immediately messaged me demanding:
"How many times have I told you not to bother Estella? If you can't control your hands, let's get divorced!"
I've lost count of how many times he's threatened divorce.
I'm tired of hearing it.
"Fine, let's divorce then."

After Liking My Husband's "pure Love" Social Media Post

The nurse who had been helping me care for my dad found me and told me I had rolled down the stairs due to low blood sugar.


I had a mild concussion and needed to stay in the hospital for observation.


She asked if any of my family members were around.


I opened my phone. A whole night had passed, and there were no messages from Damien.


But Estella had posted another update on social media.


"Altitude sickness is scary! We'd been playing all day, then suddenly I collapsed. Thank goodness you're here with me."


The accompanying photo showed Estella holding Damien's hand.


Laughably, on Damien's finger was the men's ring I had given him when we got married.


And its matching pair was now on Estella's hand.


I recalled not long ago, when I was too weak from caring for my dad and skipped making him one meal.


"Scarlett, I have billion-dollar deals waiting for me at the company. I didn't marry you to be your servant."


Yet he could abandon his company for three whole days for Estella.


It's not that he doesn't know how to love.


It's just that the person in his heart was never me.


I still remember when Estella first went abroad, he dragged me to a bar and we drank until dawn. He sobbed to me, lamenting Estella's betrayal, swearing he'd never forgive her as long as he lived.


Truth is, that was the first time I'd ever met him. I just saw how lonely he looked and listened to him for a bit.


After that, he began pursuing me relentlessly.


But when Estella came back, everything changed.


He stopped spending time at home, instead squeezing out every tiny moment to be with Cian.


Eight years was enough for him to forget Estella's betrayal, but not his love for her.


I was just a fool who stole a moment of fleeting happiness during her absence.


I picked up my phone from the nightstand and sent Damien a message.


I told him to let me know when he's coming back, so I could go straight to the civil affairs office with our household register to file for divorce.


For once, Damien replied to me quickly.


"Estella is sick, I can't leave her side."


"Don't be silly, just wait for me at home like a good girl."


The nurse said I needed rest, so I checked myself into the hospital.


For my dad's sake, I'd already spent two months as a hospital companion. The nurses felt more like family than Damien ever did.


As for Damien, I was pursued by him, married him. He knew I only had my father as my sole relative, the one I depended on for survival.


He knew I was a child my dad had found, with no one else in this world to lean on.


He promised he would be my family forever.


But after eight fleeting years, in the end, I found myself all alone.


The irony is, for all his countless promises to me, we didn't even have a child together.


Chapter 2