Novel & Cerita Choosing First Love? I Divorce

Mom pressed her lips in a thin line. She took a very long time to calm herself down. That way, it wouldn't sound too obvious that she was on the verge of tears. "Okay. Let's divorce as well. Tracy is your first love, and of course, she is more important than me. We're only strangers who met halfway through life, after all. Besides, Tracy is someone you've loved since you were young but never had a chance with. "Now that she's back, you can finally go after her. You should chase after your love."

For the first time, his true nature slips through—cruel, dangerous, unfiltered. “You heard me. I want a divorce,” I declare, my voice steady. “After eight years of marriage, I don’t love you anymore. I’ve fallen for someone else—someone who made me feel like I actually matter. He treats me like I’m his whole world. And most importantly, he gives me the kind of love I deserve. A love that’s just mine, not something I have to share with someone else.” I glance at his lover, who stands frozen, clearly stunned by how differently things are playing out from the careful plan she once crafted.

Benedict scooped her up and ran. I stood there, feeling as though I had been doused with ice water from head to toe. Their figures faded into the distance. Just like our lives—drifting apart, never to intersect again. … Eventually, Benedict agreed to the divorce because Celestine was pregnant. He felt obligated to take responsibility for his first love and their child, believing he needed to give them a complete family. His face was full of bitterness and misery. "Ophelia, this is just a temporary measure. Once the baby is born and everything is settled, I'll find a way to divorce Cece and marry you instead. Just wait for me, okay?"

You can be with your first love, and I can finally live my own life. I sighed, trying to push him away, but he tightened his hold, pulling me firmly back into his arms. He pressed his chin against my shoulder, his tone commanding. "I said I don't want a divorce. As for Nicole, I can explain. I don't love her anymore. "After three years together, haven't you sensed my feelings for you? Sure, at first, I didn't care for you, but things changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized I had fallen for you—and only you."

Because they knew I valued family, they thought they could trample all over my dignity. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Nathan with my flight details. It was an early morning departure. Fighting through the throbbing pain, I forced myself up, grabbed my driver's license, and walked straight out the front door. The moment the lock clicked shut behind me, an overwhelming wave of liberation washed over me. I was going to file for divorce. I wanted nothing more to do with this family.

“Because you're my first love and my one true love. I will choose you over and over again until my last breath. And if there's a second life, I will choose you again and again. That's how much I love you.” Tears fell down my cheeks, one by one. “You're crazy and stupid.” “I am,” he admitted. “If loving you means being crazy and stupid, then I don't mind as long as you're happy.” “Marriage feels a bit hasty… Should we wait a while?”

I asked wanting to hear her thoughts because she has a lot of it. She might be younger than I was when I got married. But I’ve seen that she thinks a lot more advanced for her age. And she may throw her little tantrums but she is really smart and it would be best not to underestimate her. Also, she is mean and doesn’t have a filter, so you know her opinions are always truthful. And she would never say anything just to make someone feel better. “Well, I read somewhere that most marriages with your first love ends up in divorce.” I shook my head and chuckled a bit.

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

No softness now. Better. "You already stole enough." "You chose the body over the memory. Don't pretend you are pure." The sentence hit because it was true in the ugliest way. I had chosen. Mothers always chose. The world only called it love when the right people survived. I tightened my grip on the key until its teeth cut deeper into my palm. "I don't need to be pure to be his mother." Valerius lifted one hand. The beam shifted. Below us, the sanctuary lifts started moving again.

Why can’t I say a simple yes to her? Isn’t this what I have always wanted? Divorce Kaida and marry Audrey—my first love. Right? So, why is this difficult to answer? I closed my eyes and slumped my back against the wall. Audrey had been my first love. I met her in the first year I went abroad. Sweet, obedient, beautiful, and had everything I wanted, including a family background that matched mine. But—everything ended when I came back home alone and mistakenly had sex with Kaida, which resulted in pregnancy.