His First Love Crashed My Wedding のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

I glanced at the exquisite diamond bracelet wrapped around Susie's wrist, the kind of piece that screamed seven-figure luxury. My eyes drifted back to Hank's face, steady and unbothered, before I spoke. "What I said is what I meant. You give her the bracelet, and me—what? A trinket? Do you think I'm only worth some throwaway gift?" Hank, caught off guard, blinked in awkward silence, clearly not expecting me to call him out so directly. But Susie jumped in before he could recover, her voice dripping with that practiced sweetness. "Pearl, don't be upset. Hank only gave me the bracelet because I liked it so much. But if it bothers you, I'll return it. Please, don't let this come between you two—it's not worth it."Her words oozed with innocence, but her hands never moved to take off the bracelet. Instead, she blinked up at him with teary eyes, each drop perfectly timed, slipping down her cheeks like rain on cue. And, of course, Hank folded. He pulled her into his arms like she

"Pearl, I've told you this before," Hank snapped, his tone sharp. "You can't use your pregnancy as an excuse for your tantrums. Apologize to Susie right now, or we'll go get divorced this instant!" His words made me laugh in disbelief and anger. I reached into my bag, pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, and threw them onto the table in front of him. "Fine, let's go get divorced. Now." Hank's expression darkened the moment he saw the papers. He glared at me, his mood shifting from arrogance to something colder. "Pearl, you're still carrying our child," he said. "You're just being sensitive because of the pregnancy. I can forgive you for acting impulsively." I met his gaze, unflinching, and after a long pause, I spoke."Hank, no one knows better than you whether I'm being impulsive or not." His face froze. Susie, standing nearby, opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Hank before she could say a word. "Susie, we need to talk in private. Please go h

After they left, my mother looked at me with disapproval. "Pearl, are you really going to stay with Hank?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "Are you afraid that after the divorce, you won't have anywhere to go? Don't worry. Even if you divorce him, your father and I will still take care of you." I was touched by her words, my eyes welling up with tears. But I shook my head and gently reassured her. "Mom, don't worry. I'm not going to stay with Hank. I have my reasons for doing this." She seemed ready to argue further, but when she saw the determination in my eyes, she simply sighed and shook her head in resignation. In the days that followed, Hank kept his word. He cut all ties with Susie, deleting and blocking every contact in front of me. He began to dote on me every day, constantly checking in to make sure I was okay, as if terrified that something might go wrong. After I was discharged from the hospital, I moved back into our marital home with him. During this