Books–Chapter 1
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In the third year of my marriage to Davion Koch, he kept a younger and more delicate side chick. behind my back, telling everyone to keep it from me.
Everyone around me said I was his beloved, his Achilles‘ heel.
But when he was drunk, he joked, “I didn’t realize until I married Marisa that she’s just okay.”
The man who swore at seventeen to love me for a lifetime was now holding a young girl in his arms, cooing, “She’s so boring, of course I love you the most, babe.”
The day I left was like any other; no one noticed anything unusual.
The maid smiled and asked if I was going out for shopping.
I nodded with a smile. “No need to prepare dinner tonight.”
I had made up my mind to leave him for good.
Davion had no idea that the girl he dismissed as “just okay” was so stubborn.
And she would never tolerate betrayal.
I held my coat, with a bag of liver–protecting pills in hand.
The hallway was long, the light from the lamps casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the oil paintings, which then scattered across the floor.
At the end of the hall, laughter grew louder.
Davion had this entire floor booked year–round.
No one was allowed near, so they didn’t even bother to close the door.
My heel got caught in the plush carpet, and as I bent down, the necklace around my neck suddenly broke, scattering pearls across the floor.
My heart inexplicably ached.
As I was about to squat down to pick up the pearls, I heard Davion’s voice.
“No. I’m not as fickle as you guys.
“My first love and the love of my life is and always has been my wife.” He was probably drunk, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction.
I couldn’t help but purse my lips, feeling great as I held the cool pearls.
What a shame.” Davion suddenly sighed, “I didn’t realize until I married Marisa that she’s just
okay.”
I clenched my fists.
The pearls dug into the soft flesh of my palm; my smile frozen at the corner of my lips.
“What about me, Davion!” A soft female voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of grievance and
resentment.
“You say yo
say your wife is the only love of your life, then what am I to you?
“Last night you said you loved me the most!”
The men all laughed, “Silly girl, do you really believe what men say in bed?
“Besides, it’s only right that he loves his wife.
“What are you, a mistress, competing for his affection for?”
“Davion! Look at them!” The girl’s voice was on the verge of tears, sounding truly pitiful.
“Alright, stop teasing her.”
“She’s no mistress. She’s my official girlfriend, watch your words.”
Davion’s voice became serious, sounding displeased.
“Seriously, Davion? You fell for her?”
Davion nodded. “She’s been with me since she was eighteen. I have to take responsibility.”
“Beast, you made a move as soon as she turned adult?
“Aren’t you afraid Marisa’s gonna make a fuss?”
Davion laughed, “She’s dependent on me. She wouldn’t dare.
“But you guys better keep your mouths shut. I love her, and I don’t wanna upset her.”
“You say you love her, then what about me?” The young girl started to complain again.
Davion pulled her close, holding her in his arms and comforting her.
“Seriously? You’re crying over such a trivial thing?”
The girl sobbed, “Davion, I want you to say you love me the most… Even if it’s a lie, I’m willing to believe it.”
“Alright, babe, she’s so boring, of course I love you the most.”
I stood outside the door and suddenly smiled.
The man who once swore to love me for a lifetime was now comforting a younger girl.
But I didn’t even want to go in and confront him.
Once a cheater, always a cheater.
I turned around and walked back down the long corridor.
Seventeen–year–old Davion secretly carved my name on his desk, vowing to love me for a lifetime.
But his so–called lifetime was just ten years.
