Page 2 of My wife says she’s a dog to her first love

I watched Hannah's figure disappear through the doorway, and the pain in my knee finally made me cry out.

I struggled to move to the nightstand, swallowed some painkillers, and lay in bed for over an hour before the pain gradually subsided.

Just as I was about to get up, my good friend Josiah Nelson called.

He asked, "Carter, is Hannah seeing another man?"

I opened Hannah's Instagram and saw she had just posted a new update.

The caption read: [Does someone think I'm a doll? He's holding me and won't let go. I just came over to make some honey lemon water.]

In the photo, Hannah's soft hands were tightly held in Thomas's embrace, with an empty glass of honey lemon water sitting on the nightstand.

My heart suddenly stabbed with pain.

A month ago, it was Hannah's birthday, and she threw a party with a bunch of friends. She wouldn't let me come, saying, "We're all girls. It would be awkward for you as a man to be there."

I ordered the most expensive cake from that restaurant online, wanting her and her friends to enjoy it together.

After the cake was ready, the bakery owner called me, saying they couldn't find a delivery driver during rush hour and didn't know how long it would take to deliver.

To make sure Hannah could have her cake on time, I rushed to the bakery and ran to the bar where her party was, carrying the cake.

Cars were coming and going along the way, and someone on an electric scooter crashed into me head-on. To protect the cake, I used my body to cushion it underneath.

My surgically repaired knee took another heavy blow.

But I ignored the pain, first checking that the cake was intact, then got up and gritted my teeth as I headed to the bar.

When I limped to the bar entrance, Hannah wouldn't answer my calls.

I had no choice but to sit by the door and wait. Passersby all stared at me, sweating profusely, and some even asked if I was a delivery driver and could help them buy cigarettes.

Half an hour later, Hannah finally came out to find me.

She looked disgusted and said, "Why did you come? Didn't I tell you not to?"

I forced a smile and handed her the cake I had carefully protected.

I said, "I came to bring you your cake. Take it and share it with your friends."

Hannah glanced at the cake: "What kind of cake is this? Don't you know I never eat anything made with cheap cream? You should just take it back and eat it yourself."

With that, she roughly pushed the cake back to me.

I was somewhat stunned.

Just then, one of Hannah's friends came out: "Isn't this Carter? I haven't seen you in ages. You used to be the most handsome guy at our school, but why do you look like a beggar now?"

I looked down at my clothes. They were covered in dust, my pants were torn, and blood was seeping through.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the bar's glass door and realized I really did look like a beggar.

"Since you're already here, come in and drink with us," she said to me.

Hannah looked very unhappy, but her friend had already pulled me into the private room.

As soon as I entered, I saw Thomas in his suit and designer watch.

Seeing me, Thomas said in surprise, "Isn't this Mr. Peterson? I thought it was some delivery guy refusing to leave."

Thomas was Hannah's boss, so I couldn't be rude to him and just sat in the corner of the sofa.

Hannah sat right next to Thomas, occasionally leaning close to whisper in his ear. They looked very intimate.

I had a few too many drinks and passed out on the sofa.

I've forgotten how I got home that night. I only remember that as soon as I lay down, Hannah said to me, "Carter, go make me some honey lemon water. I don't feel well."

My whole body ached terribly, and I couldn't help but plead with her, "Could you please let me rest for a bit?"

Hannah suddenly stood up from the sofa and pointed at my nose, scolding, "What did you say when you were pursuing me? You said you'd take care of me for life. Now I'm asking you to make me honey lemon water, and you won't even do that. I haven't even gotten to you yet! You showed up to my birthday party dressed like that today and completely embarrassed me! Mr. Adams even asked me how I could fall for someone like you."

In college, I also cared a lot about my appearance.

After marrying Hannah, I thought these external things no longer mattered.

In the end, I still went to make her honey lemon water. But when I picked it up, the water was too hot and I accidentally knocked over the glass.

Hannah angrily yelled at me, "If you don't want to do it, then don't! Why are you taking your temper out on me?"

I was about to get a broom to clean up when Hannah arrogantly ordered me, "Pick it up with your hands."

My eyes reddened and my nose felt sour.

I asked, "What?"

"Pick up the pieces with your hands," Hannah repeated coldly.

When I actually went to pick up the glass shards with my hands, Hannah stomped hard on my hand.

The sharp pain of the shards cutting my fingersI still remember it clearly to this day.

The next evening, Hannah prepared a candlelit dinner and apologized to me.

She held my hand and said, "Carter, I get temperamental when I drink too much. Don't be mad at me."

Seeing her like that, my heart softened, and I ultimately didn't bring up divorce.

It wasn't until I saw the Instagram post she made today that I realized how foolish I had been.

I called Josiah and said, "Do you know any divorce lawyers? I want a divorce."