Page 1 of After bankruptcy, my husband intends to marry his first love

Right after my family went bankrupt, Julian couldn't wait to bring Natalia home.

He pushed a divorce agreement in front of me and said, "In five days, I'm marrying Natalia. I've wronged her for too many years alreadyI can't let her down anymore. If you behave, I might still let you stay in the house and live with her."

My family had just gone bankrupt, yet Julian was in such a rush that he wouldn't even wait one more day.

I looked at him quietly.

Julian's eyes were ice-cold, looking at me like I was a complete stranger.

We'd been married for five years, and I hadn't touched his heart even once.

I hurriedly lowered my head, fighting back the trembling in my body, and took out a pen to sign the divorce papers.

I said softly, "Okay."

Anyway, I wouldn't be staying here much longer.

From now on, whoever Julian chose to be with had nothing to do with me.

Julian raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting me to be so straightforward.

He picked up the agreement, glanced at it to make sure I'd signed correctly, then stood up.

Then he said, "Fine. When I have time, I'll take you to finalize the divorce."

After saying that, Julian walked away without looking back.

He never wasted words on me.

Once his figure disappeared, I took out my phone and booked a flight south for five days later.

Once we got the divorce certificate, we'd be completely separated, never to bother each other again.

Five years ago, at Wyatt's company Christmas party, I fell in love with Julian, whom he had personally cultivated.

The next day, Julian got my WhatsApp through Wyatt.

Within half a year, we were smoothly married.

I thought it was a perfectly matched, happy marriage.

Later, Natalia posted photos of her wedding online.

That day, Julian got very drunk.

I was worried he felt sick, so I ended the remaining events early and brought him back to our room.

But I never expected that as soon as I helped him onto the bed, he shoved me away hard.

I crashed heavily into the table behind me.

The vase on the table wobbled, then rolled off and shattered beside me.

My heart jumped, and I didn't dare move.

Julian, who was usually so gentle, looked at me with bloodshot eyes.

He roared, "Isabella, I hate you!" Isabella Roberts is my name.

After a pause, Julian continued, "If you hadn't liked me, if I hadn't been forced to listen to your father just to escape my situation, how would I have been forced to marry you and watch Natalia marry someone else?"

Julian's gaze was as cold as if he were looking at an enemy.

So all the sweet romance I thought we had was fake.

I took a deep breath but felt suffocated, unable to catch my breath.

We stared at each other for a long time, and his look scared me into tears.

Julian sneered, then stood up unsteadily and threw the towel I'd used to wipe his face at me.

He said, "Who cares? I want to divorce you and go find Natalia."

Julian's eyes were unfocused, his cheeks flushed redhe was obviously very drunk.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such things.

My voice trembling with tears, I said, "You're drunk. Let's talk about this when you sober up."

Julian ignored me and stumbled out of the room.

I was stunned, then sat on the floor and cried my heart out.

After crying myself exhausted, I went back to bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day and opened the door, Julian and I locked eyes. Then, with perfect understanding, we both turned our heads away.

He didn't mention divorce again, and I pretended he'd never said it.

I pushed down the unease in my heart, thinking, "It's okay. Natalia is already married. Someday I'll be able to win Julian's heart."