Kaleb, however, seemed provoked by the word “divorce.” His eyes turned fierce, and he tightly gripped my chin to prevent me from averting my gaze.
“Divorce? I spent 80,000 dollars as a dowry to marry you.
Why should I let you go? You look good and don’t even spend my money.
You can do housework while being supported at home like a free housekeeper.
Why should I not want to keep you?”
He sounded so heartless, making me feel suffocated.
I felt pain in my chin, but the pain in my heart was much more intense.
I struggled to speak, “Anyway, you don’t lack women.
Why does it have to be me?”
Kaleb’s eyes flashed with a hint of grievance, and he let out a deep sigh, which carried a profound sense of helplessness.“Why are you so unreasonable now?”
My heart was hurt by him once again.
It was clear that *he* cheated on *me*.
How could he shift all the blame onto me now? Kaleb wasn’t like this in the past.
When I was 24, I met Kaleb on a blind date.
He was handsome, distinguished, and noble.
He was the heir of the renowned and prestigious Barton family, which was also prominent and aristocratic. Before I could develop any feelings for such a handsome and wealthy man, my parents hurriedly urged me to marry him.
I helplessly expressed that this kind of thing should be left to nature, but my parents didn’t think so.
They believed they had worked hard to raise me and had also provided me with four years of education, so they deserved some return.
They told me, “As an adult, you should be sensible.
You should get married, bring us a dowry, and buy a house for us as soon as possible, okay?”
I had been hearing these words from my parents from my freshman year to my graduation.
Later, my mentor introduced Kaleb to me.
At first, I thought that because Kaleb was a privileged child from a wealthy family, it would be difficult for me to get along with him.
But it turned out that Kaleb was gentle and considerate, with a charming demeanor.
It was very comfortable getting along with him.
Being pursued by him, I quickly succumbed.
