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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

Hearing this, the man who had just promised to take me shopping in the afternoon suddenly stood up.


His movement was so abrupt that it jarred the IV line.


The sharp needle was violently ripped from the back of my hand, causing blood to instantly well up.


The pain was unbearable for a moment, and I hunched over.


Nolan paused mid-step, seeming to remember something.


"Sloane, I need to go check on Serenity."


"You're young and healthy, this little illness shouldn't be a big deal."


He didn't even weigh the pros and cons, but unhesitatingly chose Serenity.


Seeing that I didn't respond, a familiar flash of impatience crossed his eyes.


"It's just a needle that fell out, call the nurse yourself."


"I promise I'll be home before ten this time."


As the door closed, I slowly recovered from the pain.


Chapter 8