Hannah Hutchinson spared no expense for our grand wedding. But on our wedding night, she left me alone to comfort her ex, Gerald Higgins, who was supposedly battling severe depression. I grabbed a chainsaw, tore down his door, and demanded a divorce. Gerald, with teary eyes and a knife to his own throat, said, “I’ll give Nana back to you. My life’s worthless anyway. Not as important as your peace of mind.” Hannah, heartbroken and furious, warned me, “If Gerald ends up taking his own life because of you, I’ll make sure you join him!” Later, when she caught me fooling around with her best friend, her eyes were red with despair as she begged, “Nathan, if you break up with her, I can pretend this never happened, and we can start over and live our life together.” I shot back, “No can do. She’ll threaten suicide if I don’t see her. With your saintly compassion, you wouldn’t want to be the reason she dies, right?” ***** Hannah was nestled in Gerald’s arms when I stood outside Gerald’s door with a chainsaw, still wearing my groom’s boutonniere. Just hours earlier, we had hosted a grand wedding that everyone envied. But the moment Gerald faked a suicide attempt, she left me on our wedding night to be with him, ignoring my calls altogether. “Gerald’s ‘severe depression’ is a sham. Can you come home with me now?” I forced myself to stay calm, turned off the chainsaw, and shoved my phone in Hannah’s face. In the video, the so-called psychiatrist confessed that she was just an actress Gerald hired. The antidepressants she prescribed? Nothing but vitamin pills. The evidence was undeniable. Yet Hannah barely glanced at it before accusing me of smearing her beloved. “Nathan Richardson, just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you can twist Gerald’s condition into something it’s not.” I felt a sharp sting in my nose, barely able to hold back the tears. “Do you even remember that tonight is our wedding night?” “I know you are upset,” Hannah sighed. “But Gerald has severe depression. He loves me, and without me by his side, he might kill himself. You wouldn’t just let me stand by and let that happen, would you?” She stood up and reached out to take my hand. But Gerald frowned and said, “Nana, if you touch him, I’ll feel disgusted. It makes me uncomfortable.” “Alright, alright, you little jealous thing. I won’t touch him. Happy now?” Hannah pulled her hand back without hesitation and settled beside Gerald again, lovingly tapping the tip of his nose. Gerald said, “When I’m not around, you’re not allowed to kiss him and definitely not sleep with him. The thought makes me sick.” Hannah replied, “Okay, okay, whatever you say.” Watching them flirt, I felt my heart sink deeper and deeper. Growing up, I was the most popular guy at school, and I got so many love letters that they could fill a trash can. But I had no parents, no family, and those childish crushes only annoyed me. I focused on getting higher grades for scholarships and figuring out how many plastic bottles I’d need to sell to cover my living expenses. When Hannah blushed and confessed her feelings to me, I didn’t even look up before turning her down. But then some jealous classmates decided they’d ruin my face and go as far as to castrate me. Pinned to the ground, I was helpless. Until Hannah called the police and rushed over to buy me some time, she ended up with several broken ribs and a fractured leg, spending over three months in the hospital. For the first time since my parents died, I felt a surge of love so powerful it overwhelmed me. The day I agreed to be Hannah’s boyfriend, she blushed and jumped in excitement for hours. We loved each other for ten years, and after a long struggle, her family gave us their blessing. I thought our hardships were behind us. But then her beloved ex got divorced and came back into her life, and suddenly, I became the third wheel. I put my phone away and looked up, forcing the tears back. “Hannah, we are getting a divorce.” Gerald stared at me in disbelief. “Man, are you divorcing Nana now just to make everyone think I’m the one who ruined your marriage? You want them to hate me?” His face flushed with anger as he pushed Hannah aside, got out of bed, and yanked open a drawer. He grabbed a fruit knife and held it against his throat. “I’ll end myself right now. I’ll give Nana back to you. Is that what you want?” Hannah rushed over, snatched the knife from his hand, and angrily threw it at me. “Enough, Nathan! If anything happens to Gerald, I swear you’ll be the one to pay!” I wasn’t quick enough to dodge. The blade grazed my neck, leaving a long, thin cut. Blood dripped steadily onto the floor. How strange. My neck was injured, but it was my heart that hurt so much more. Hannah panicked and hurried over, reaching out to check my wound. “Nathan, are you okay? I didn’t mean to, I…” “Smack!” I stared at her coldly as I delivered a hard slap across her face. “Hannah, we’re done.”
Hannah’s lips trembled as if she wanted to say something. But the moment Gerald mentioned he was in pain, she forgot all about me and focused entirely on coaxing him. Wearing bloodstained clothes, I headed to the hospital alone to get my wound treated. Well, not entirely alone. On the way, I ran into Shirley, who insisted on accompanying me. Shirley said, “Even though Nana’s my best friend, I can’t stand by and watch this. How could she be so rough with you? If you were my husband, I’d cherish you like a treasure. How could she cheat on you repeatedly and even hurt you for the sake of her lover?” The Spencer family was one of the top elites, and people often said Shirley had a bad temper and a sharp tongue. Even stray dogs weren’t safe from a kick when she was upset. But while everyone in Hannah’s circle looked down on me, Shirley was the only one who treated me kindly. I stopped in my tracks. “Cheat on me repeatedly?” Shirley looked conflicted. “I don’t want to speak ill of a friend behind her back, but I can’t keep this from you. Those times when Nana went on business trips abroad, missed your birthdays, and didn’t care when you were sick, she was actually with Gerald.” I had thought Hannah only started straying a month ago when Gerald returned. Turned out she had been cheating all along, just putting on a convincing act for me. “Are you okay?” Shirley gently took my hand, then quickly let go, blushing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep. It’s just that Nana has gone too far, and I’m really worried about you.” “If anything, I’m happy that you care about me.” I wasn’t naive. I could see that Shirley had feelings for me. I had always kept my distance in the past, but this time, I hesitated only momentarily before I reached for her hand, letting my fingers brush against her palm. Shirley bit her lip and looked at me with a blush, her eyes filled with affection. It was the first time I had ever flirted with someone else, and it made me feel guilty. Nervously, I avoided her gaze. After getting my wound treated, I returned to Hannah’s and my home to pack my things. Shirley was thoughtful, dropping me off at my doorstep before heading out. But before she left, she offered a sincere apology. “Nana’s never been one to consider others’ feelings like I do. If you’re ever upset, need someone to talk to, or need any help, you can always reach out to me.” After packing my bags, I took off my wedding ring, printed the divorce papers, signed them, and left them on the table. With my suitcase in hand, I walked out the door. The housekeeper tried to stop me, but I was determined. She quickly called Hannah, but it was clear Hannah didn’t take it seriously at all. To her, I was just an orphan, and she belonged to a powerful family. She was convinced I’d never really leave her. Hannah even had my job at the company put on hold. A major contract that I had worked hard to secure was handed over to Gerald with just one word from her. She only sent me a dismissive message: [You’re too talented, and that’s putting pressure on Gerald. So, I’ve paused your work for now. Be good, and I promise you can still stay as my husband. That way, even if you are an orphan, you’ll always have a home.] I wanted a home, but not at the expense of being tied to someone like her. I planned to wait until Hannah signed the divorce papers, and then we’d be done for good. She could spend her time with whoever she wanted after that. But instead of signing, her friends started spilling details about her and Gerald in the group chat. She had donated thirty million dollars in his name, praying for his well-being. She splurged on several limited-edition luxury cars for him, making headlines in the local news. She even stayed up all night handcrafting a diamond ring for him because he was jealous of the thoughtful wedding band I had. I was disgusted beyond belief and went to confront Hannah, only to be told by her assistant that she was on a business trip. I called Hannah, and she sighed helplessly, “I used to love Gerald, but that was long ago. Now I just feel sorry for him. You don’t have to be jealous of him, let alone divorce me over it. Didn’t you always want to donate to the orphanage where you grew up? Well, I’ve just sent them 200 thousand dollars. So, why don’t you just calm down?” Hannah then mentioned she had to get back to her meeting and abruptly hung up the call. But the next moment, Gerald sent me a picture of Hannah bathing in the hotel bathroom with a message: [I asked Nana who she liked better. She said I’m bigger and that she’d rather die beneath me.] Even though I knew Hannah had already crossed the line, seeing that photo left my mind blank. I took a few moments to collect myself, then took a screenshot of our chat, sent it to all our mutual friends, and posted it on my Instagram. If Hannah wanted to play the infidelity game, then fine. I’d give her a taste of her own medicine. Shirley showed up quickly, and it seemed like she had dressed up a bit. She looked even more stunning with her full curves, slim waist, and long legs. After showering, she asked me, “Are you sure meeting here is a good idea? What if Nana catches us and gets the wrong idea?” I said, “It wouldn’t be a misunderstanding if we actually do it.” I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist as I leaned in to kiss her. Flirting with her came naturally, but when we got naked, the size difference between us gave me pause. I was worried she wouldn’t be able to take it. I let go of her waist and sat on the bed, ready to call it off. But Shirley came over and chuckled as she pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. “So, Nathan likes it this way, huh?”
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