Ten Years of Love, Only Regrets Remain

On the wedding anniversary, my wife, Giselle Barnard, who was traveling abroad with her male best friend, sent me a message, asking for a divorce.

I texted her back calmly, "Okay."

Three days later, I finished work and flew to see her.

Giselle's male best friend, Coyle Moritz, who was sitting on the sofa with his upper body naked, said with a guilty look on his face, "Mr. Geldof, I'm sorry. I joked with Giselle that day, and I took her phone to text you without her permission. Don't take it to heart."

Giselle laughed and fell into his arms. Then she turned to me and said, "Coyle has apologized to you. Don't be so stern. I think we should just let this matter go."

I sneered and thought, "I have prepared the divorce agreement, and you just tell me to forget it."

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I watched coldly as Coyle held Giselle's waist and took her into his arms.

He was so arrogant that he didn't even take me, Giselle's husband, seriously. But he still tried to act as if he was understanding, and what he said made me feel ashamed. "Giselle, don't be like this. What if Lemuel misunderstands us? Don't worry about me. Just go with him."

Giselle pouted, put her arms around Coyle's neck, and said in a tender voice, "All my stuff is here. It's too much trouble to move it around. If he is so petty, I'll abort the baby in my belly."

I resisted the urge to slap her.

In the past, Giselle used to be afraid of me getting jealous, so no matter who it was, she would try to keep her distance. If she met someone ignorant, she would even make sarcastic remarks.

But now she thought I was too petty. I couldn't help but blurt out, "Then I wish you two a happy marriage and a son soon."

Coyle blushed with embarrassment, while Giselle glared at me. "Lemuel, what are you talking about? Coyle and I are best friends. Do you understand what best friends are?"

I clenched my fists and tried my best to stay calm, saying, "You know what you have done. Cannot I just express my opinion?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Giselle rushed over angrily and pushed me out of the door.

The door was slammed in front of me and hit the tip of my nose. It hurt so much that tears came out.

Women were so fickle. After only three years of marriage, Giselle no longer had the patience to explain to me.