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In the sixth year of our marriage, Nolan's little childhood sweetheart posted on social media.
In the photo, she was smiling sweetly, holding Nolan's hand and shyly kissing his cheek.
The caption read: [Nolan is so wonderful, I hope we can spend our lives together undisturbed.]
The background of the photo was Nolan's studio.
You should know, he never allowed me to enter his studio.
Usually, I would have confronted him about this.
But this time, I suddenly didn't want to do that anymore.
When I handed Nolan the divorce papers.
He frowned impatiently and sarcastically remarked, "Is this about Serenity again?"
"You're a woman in your thirties, why are you competing with a young girl like her?"

After Divorcing My Painter Husband, He Regretted It

Instead, I mocked without hesitation, "Now you realize you can't live without me?"


"Why didn't you think of that when you let Serenity kiss your cheek?"


Nolan's voice faltered, followed by a long silence.


We both knew this silence meant Nolan felt guilty.


"You knew perfectly well that seeing that scene would break my heart and upset me."


"It would even cause me unbearable pain."


"Because you were so sure, so certain that I wouldn't leave you."


"But you seem to have forgotten that for the past six years,"


"It's not me who needs you, but you who needs me."


"Ask yourself honestly, how many times have you been involved in company affairs?"


Nolan tried to explain urgently, but realizing this was the truth, he stopped.


I smiled coldly, leaving no room for argument: "Am I wrong?"


"Do you know how scared I was when I faced those men's ill-intentioned gazes?"


Chapter 12