Returning Alone form the Failed MarriageChapter 1
My mother, heartbroken over my ten-year unrequited love, simply drugged her much younger best friend, Fiona Harper, and sent her to my bed.
After waking up, Fiona coldly agreed to marry me.
However, not long after we got married, she began traveling abroad frequently. Each trip lasted three years.
During that time, I stayed home, raising our daughter, Maisie, while waiting for her return.
Until three years later, when I heard that she returned to Canada, I skipped an important business engagement, bringing my daughter to the airport to greet her.
Unfortunately, she just gave me a faint look, saying, “Sorry, I have a cleanliness obsession.”
From then on, my daughter and I would wash our hands at least three times every time we touched anything. Our home was spotless, without a speck of dust. Still, she never came back. She never even held our daughter.
Until I saw a video where someone asked her, “Miss Harper, what do you think is the happiest thing you've ever done?”
She replied nonchalantly, "Probably last week, overseas. I coaxed Rielle to sleep and then pulled Asher into the bathroom."
In the midst of the uproar, my hands and feet went cold.
Asher Rudolf was her ex-boyfriend, while Rielle was his daughter.
Rumors had it that they had been living together for the past three years. Turns out, it was all true.
At that moment, my heart completely shattered. I left divorce papers on the table, took my daughter, deregistered our household registration and left the country.
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One day, Maisie came home crying when the nanny picked her up from kindergarten.
“Daddy, is it true that I don’t have a mom anymore?”
She sobbed, her voice hiccupping with sadness.
“Mommy promised to go to my kindergarten parent-teacher conference, but when she arrived, she said she’s Rielle's mom.”
“Daddy, all my friends said I am a child without a mom, hu hu hu…”
My chest burst with a ton of pain, and with red eyes, I took my daughter into my arms.
I wanted to say something to comfort her, but remembering Fiona’s cold attitude, it stuck in my throat.
Now I regretted it.
I thought that after waiting Fiona for three years, she would come to her senses and be willing to return to this country to reunite with our family.