After Three Years of Entanglement with Him, I'm Covered In BruisesChapter 1

After three years of entanglement with Zachary Foster, I was covered in wounds.

I chose to marry George Marshall, who had been silently accompanying me.

I had been married to George for seven years. We had a lovely daughter.

I regarded him and the child as the light I caught before the sunset.

Then I accidentally opened his diary he had recorded when he was eighteen.

[If possible, don't have children with someone you don't love.]

"It turns out that he didn't want children before because of this reason."

"It turns out that he likes someone else."

"It turns out that his love for me was just a calculated approach."

Even my child likes that woman, the same way as him."

I decided resolutely to go abroad.

On that day, he and the child were standing downstairs, holding hands.

"Mom, when are you coming home?"

"Honey, when are you coming home?"

1

I discovered a small hidden compartment in George's study.

No matter what password I used, I couldn't open it.

I thought the password might be my birthday, Lydia's birthday, and our wedding anniversary.

I was amused, thinking that he made it such a mysterious thing as he prepared a birthday gift for me.

Then my birthday came.

Everyone was setting off fireworks by the seaside for celebration.

Paisley White accidentally fell into the water.

George was the first to rush over. He jumped into the sea and saved her.

His subconscious anxiety and impulsive actions.

I, who had been expecting a surprise, stopped smiling at such a scene.

At night...

George fell asleep.

I walked barefoot to the study and tried a new password.

This time, it opened.

The password was Paisley's birthday.

There was no surprise I wanted in the secret compartment. Instead, it was a yellowed diary.

George wrote a diary at the age of eighteen.

Opening the first page, I found his elegant and lively handwriting. Every word on it was telling the bitterness and hardship of unrequited love.

The person he secretly loved was Paisley.

I silently closed the diary and secretly took it away.

In our seven-year marriage, I always thought that George loved me to the bone.

That was why he tried his best to heal me from the hurt of my previous relationship.

Now, our daughter was three years old. We were the envy of everyone in the wealthy circle as a loving family.

But it was not until I read this diary that I realized one thing.