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Story: His Ex Was the Wife
“Cole, why did you lie to me about not being interested in women?”
“Because that was the only way I could stay by your side and protect you. If I had told you I’d had feelings for you since we were children, while you were so in love with Nick, you would have certainly cut ties with me.”
“So you waited for me all these years, and let me misunderstand you for so long?” my eyes welled up.
“It must have been so painful for you to watch me being affectionate with Nick all that time.”
I completely understand that bitter feeling, having walked a similar path myself.
I suddenly remembered when I arrived at the orphanage as a child. Cole was ten years old, and I was only five.
I suffered from PTSD, nightmares, and was afraid to sleep at night. He was always there to comfort me. He taught me to draw, braided my hair beautifully, and gradually guided me through my trauma.
Even after he was adopted by a wealthy family, he continued to visit me on a regular basis, spending his own allowance on pizza and ice cream and purchasing me pretty dresses. He even paid for my education.
However, after I started college, I fell in love with Nick. I remember when I told Cole about my excitement, he said nothing.
The following day, he was admitted to the hospital with a bleeding ulcer caused by excessive alcohol consumption.
He then told me that as a good friend, he was not interested in women and that I could share anything with him. And I really believed him.
Nick’s lies ended up hurting me, whereas Cole’s lies only hurt him.
This time, I took the initiative to kiss him.
That night, I pinned him to the bed and said, “Do you dare sign an agreement with me – whoever asks for a divorce has to commit suicide!”
“I dare!” he said without hesitation.
Later, my father planned an extremely lavish wedding for us. Our happy wedding photos ran on a three-day loop on digital billboards throughout downtown.
The day after the wedding, Cole drove me to the orphanage where we were raised.
It was now the best children’s home in Westvale County. Cole had made significant contributions to the place over time.
When we walked hand in hand to the director’s office, we noticed Nick.
He was signing documents with his head down, and Damian stood beside him.
I grabbed the paper from under his hand, looked at it, and angrily confronted him, “You’re truly heartless!”
The director asked, perplexed, “What’s wrong? This gentleman is assisting with the child’s admission paperwork.”
“Director, this is fraud! He is this child’s biological father!”
“Nick, you’re even abandoning your own child? Are you still human? I’m thankful I didn’t waste more years on you.”
Nick cried as he prostrated himself before me. “I was wrong, but what can I do? My company has collapsed, I’m buried in massive debt, I don’t even have a flat anymore. How can I take care of a child!”
I called the police without saying anything else.
As the officers took him away, he turned to me in tears and said, “Helen, I really did love you. I’m sorry, and I wish you both happiness.
“Because that was the only way I could stay by your side and protect you. If I had told you I’d had feelings for you since we were children, while you were so in love with Nick, you would have certainly cut ties with me.”
“So you waited for me all these years, and let me misunderstand you for so long?” my eyes welled up.
“It must have been so painful for you to watch me being affectionate with Nick all that time.”
I completely understand that bitter feeling, having walked a similar path myself.
I suddenly remembered when I arrived at the orphanage as a child. Cole was ten years old, and I was only five.
I suffered from PTSD, nightmares, and was afraid to sleep at night. He was always there to comfort me. He taught me to draw, braided my hair beautifully, and gradually guided me through my trauma.
Even after he was adopted by a wealthy family, he continued to visit me on a regular basis, spending his own allowance on pizza and ice cream and purchasing me pretty dresses. He even paid for my education.
However, after I started college, I fell in love with Nick. I remember when I told Cole about my excitement, he said nothing.
The following day, he was admitted to the hospital with a bleeding ulcer caused by excessive alcohol consumption.
He then told me that as a good friend, he was not interested in women and that I could share anything with him. And I really believed him.
Nick’s lies ended up hurting me, whereas Cole’s lies only hurt him.
This time, I took the initiative to kiss him.
That night, I pinned him to the bed and said, “Do you dare sign an agreement with me – whoever asks for a divorce has to commit suicide!”
“I dare!” he said without hesitation.
Later, my father planned an extremely lavish wedding for us. Our happy wedding photos ran on a three-day loop on digital billboards throughout downtown.
The day after the wedding, Cole drove me to the orphanage where we were raised.
It was now the best children’s home in Westvale County. Cole had made significant contributions to the place over time.
When we walked hand in hand to the director’s office, we noticed Nick.
He was signing documents with his head down, and Damian stood beside him.
I grabbed the paper from under his hand, looked at it, and angrily confronted him, “You’re truly heartless!”
The director asked, perplexed, “What’s wrong? This gentleman is assisting with the child’s admission paperwork.”
“Director, this is fraud! He is this child’s biological father!”
“Nick, you’re even abandoning your own child? Are you still human? I’m thankful I didn’t waste more years on you.”
Nick cried as he prostrated himself before me. “I was wrong, but what can I do? My company has collapsed, I’m buried in massive debt, I don’t even have a flat anymore. How can I take care of a child!”
I called the police without saying anything else.
As the officers took him away, he turned to me in tears and said, “Helen, I really did love you. I’m sorry, and I wish you both happiness.