I Regret Ever Loving You
My husband has slept around thousands of times, yet he has never agreed to a divorce.
His family calls me a low-class nobody who's unfit to be seen.
Five years ago, the first time I asked for a divorce, Hugo Hudson said nothing. He simply locked me inside the villa for a full month. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant.
Three years ago, I brought it up again. That very night, Hugo returned to his family's estate. Soon after, I was granted the right to see my child once a week.
Today is the third time. And this time, I can finally leave.
Because I've realized something at last: my child doesn't love me, and my marriage was never real to begin with. I'm no different from the women he keeps outside.
When we met again later, Hugo's eyes reddened the instant he saw me.