Love Became the Wind and Left UsChapter 1
My husband gave me a kitten.
I just came out of the ward and got hospitalized again because of being scratched by the cat.
He clearly knew that I was allergic to cat hair.
I calmly informed him of the divorce.
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I hadn’t seen my husband for a month since our last fight.
In the middle of the night, he came home drunk.
I didn’t greet him and helped him hang up his coat as usual.
He casually threw his coat on the sofa and went to the bathroom, pulling his tie.
He paused for a moment when he saw the empty bathtub.
But he didn’t say anything.
Before, when he came back from socializing, I worried that he would be drunk, so I would cook hangover soup for him and prepare a bath for him.
In order to make him more comfortable, I even learned how to give shoulder and neck massages.
Now without this treatment, he felt a bit uncomfortable.
He came out wearing a bathrobe.
He noticed that there was still no hangover soup on the table, and his coat was still in its original place.
Even I sat in the same spot without moving.
He sighed and picked up the jewelry he casually threw on the shoe rack and handed it to me.
“This is for you.”
It was a ruby necklace.
The gemstone was precious, but the design was a bit outdated.
This was probably prepared by his mistress.
She was reminding me that I was old and outdated.
In the past, when I was angry, he would coax me with great care and accompany me to any place I wanted to go.
Now, he was getting busier and busier, so busy that even the anniversary gift was prepared by someone else.
I casually put the box on the table and said lightly, “Let’s divorce.”
I swiped my phone and looked at the news on it.
[The Heir of the Nelson Group and His Childhood Sweetheart Are Suspected to Get Married]
The picture showed the two of them at the airport, seemingly in an intimate kiss.
During the month when we were arguing, he was having a great time abroad with his mistress.
It turned out that he was not too busy to make time.
He just didn’t have time for me.
“I forgot that you are allergic to cat hair. It won’t happen again.”
Colin Nelson sat on the sofa, tiredly pinching his brow.
Esme Perez was the daughter of the Nelson family’s close friend and joined Colin’s company as an intern.
Until now, she was still Colin’s personal assistant.
They were always together, so close that they drank from the same glass.