Chapter 1

1 I was eighteen when I caught my sister, Sarah, lifting up Chase's shirt and touching his abs.

His shirt was loose, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

I was twenty-two when Chase, pressured by his family, married me.

But everyone knew that even after the wedding, he still couldn't let go of his intense love for my sister.

Later, I filed for divorce.

He was silent for a long time before signing the papers.

"If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he said.

At twenty-eight, I returned for Chase and Sarah's wedding.

He looked at the man beside me with a cold, unsettling gaze.

"So that's why you were so eager to divorce me, for him?"

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"I heard that Taylor is back in town."

"If I remember correctly, she was the one who filed for divorce, right?"

"Chase is the head of the family now. I wonder if she regrets it."

"What's there to regret? She stole her sister's fiancé; it's just things returning to their rightful owner."

I heard these whispers as I approached the private room.

For the past three years, rumors about me had swirled.

They said I was playing games, trying to win Chase back.

Even my parents believed it.

On the day of the divorce, Mom specifically warned me:

"Now that you're divorced, don't contact him anymore."

"Your sister injured her leg, and she needs Chase. Don't upset her."

Seeing my silence, she continued:

"That marriage was always meant for your sister. If she hadn't gone abroad for her studies, it wouldn't have been you."

Sarah and Chase were the envy of everyone in our social circle.

But on the eve of their wedding, Sarah ran away.

The news of their union had already been announced.

Faced with the pressure, Chase's family immediately decided to replace Sarah with me.

I don't know how they convinced him, but Chase ultimately agreed to marry me.

For three years, our marriage was like any other.

But everyone knew he hadn't moved on from Sarah.

He never let me enter his study.

Once, he forgot to close the door. I peered through the crack and felt a chill run down my spine.

His study walls were covered with photos of him and Sarah, wedding photos.

I'd never seen Chase like that before.

His expression was lively, affectionate, and focused.

His world revolved around Sarah.

That's when I started thinking about divorce.

On the day I made up my mind, I overheard him on the phone.

He was soothing someone on the other end with a gentle voice:

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll be there in ten minutes… you can't move, wait for me, be good."

He saw me as I turned around.

I calmly said, "Dinner is ready; eat before you leave."

He paused briefly and continued walking out.

"You eat, no need to wait for me."

As he neared the door, I called him again.

Impatience flickered across his face. "What?"

"Chase," I said, "let's get a divorce."