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Returning After He Chose His Mistress

I've been married to my husband, Kaison, for three years. He never spent any anniversaries with me. Instead, he traveled to countless countries with his idealized love, Alexis. On my birthday, he once again abandoned me, saying, "I have a business trip for a week. Be good and wait for me to come back." I silently watched him leave, knowing this trip was just an excuse to spend time with Alexis. He thought I would quietly accept it, relying on my calm demeanor. But this time, he was unaware of my plan. By the time he returned, I'd already be on a plane, leaving the country for a fresh start. Two months ago, I kept asking Kaison for a special surprise for my birthday. He agreed, and I was filled with anticipation.
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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I was determined to leave Kaison's world behind for good, leaving our signed divorce papers on the nightstand as my final gesture. As soon as I got to the hotel, my best friend Amelia whisked me away to her place.

While we were having dinner, she delicately asked, "Did Kaison and Alexis go on that trip to the Alps?"

I shrugged, "I have no clue."

In the past, whenever Kaison and Alexis traveled together, I'd be glued to Instagram, silently crying. But not anymore.

I had told Kaison countless times how much I wanted to bike along the shores of the Alps with him. He'd always find reasons to brush it off, yet now, without a hitch, he and Alexis were heading to the place I had longed to visit.

Amelia looked at me in surprise, "Girl, have you finally come to your senses?"

I replied with a bittersweet smile, "I decided to divorce him."

"Am I hearing this right?!" Amelia practically soared across the room to hug me, her voice brimming with excitement, "It’s about time you snapped out of it! I’ve been telling you to leave him ever since he started showing interest in Alexis!"

"What did you say back then?"

Amelia mimicked me, raising her voice to mimic mine, "He promised me he'd always love me, and I believed him!"

"Yeah, well, if you could trust a guy's sweet talk, pigs would fly!"

Hearing those familiar words, an image of my younger self flashed before me.

I grew up poor, relying on grit and hard work to earn a scholarship to an elite private school. It was my ticket to change my destiny, but also the beginning of a nightmare.

When I first arrived, my classmates ridiculed and bullied me because of my modest background.

Once, a group cornered me, taunting mercilessly.

Kaison was the one who stepped in.

He spoke to me gently, "Don't worry, I'm here."

From that moment, he became my protector. It felt natural for me to fall for him.

But when I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings, his response was a cold reality check.

"I have a girlfriend," he said calmly, cutting through me like a knife.

That was when Alexis's name entered my life for the first time.

I remember feeling so humiliated and foolish back then.

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