When Our Love Began to Break in the Tenth Year

On my tenth wedding anniversary, my husband gave me a bespoke dress.

Lying in the hospital bed, I calmly sent him a voice message, suggesting divorce.

Shortly after, a call came through, a girl sobbing and complaining.

"Mrs. Harrison, I chose the gift, please don't be mad at me."

Travis Harrison softly coaxed her for a long time, but angrily said to me, "I'll wait for you at the city hall in the afternoon."

I waited for him for a long time, but our next meeting was two months later.

...

It was past midnight on my phone when Travis finally drove home.

He pushed open the door, "Dear, look what I have prepared for you?"

The man hugged me from behind while I was throwing away the cake, his warm breath spraying on my neck.

My body was tense, and I loosened my grip on the cake and threw it into the trash.

In the empty living room, the sound was particularly noticeable.

After dealing with the cake, I forcefully pushed Travis away.

"Clear your schedule tomorrow, we're getting a divorce."

Travis chuckled lightly, not taking it seriously, he continued to approach me, whispering.

"Honey, I'm hungry, can you cook me some noodles?"

In the past, he frequently had to travel for business and would come home very late.

I worried about his stomach discomfort, so I would wait for him every day and personally cook him spaghetti.

But today, I was tired and didn't want to go to the kitchen for him.

Travis waited for a long time, he turned on the living room light and stared at me blankly.

Then he suddenly chuckled, and pulled out a brand new set of keys.

He held the keys as if teasing a cat with a stick, tempting me,

"Look what this is?"

I moved my eyes away in disgust, it was a Porsche car key.

"I forgot to tell Kit, you have a scar on your leg, so you can't wear skirts. Is it my fault?"

Travis tried to coax me, but he was making excuses for another woman.

That woman was his high school dream girl, Kit Jenkins.

Kit went abroad for college, came back with a golden degree, and met Travis. Travis cordially invited her, so she brought her high education into Travis's company, vowing to fight alongside him.

After that, they stuck together on business trips, even when I called Travis, the person who answered was always Kit.

Travis's heart was gradually leaning towards her, I understood, I shouldn't have any more expectations for such a man.

"Alright, don't be angry, it's just a birthday, didn't I make up for the gift?"

He opened my palm and forcefully stuffed the car key into my hand.

He opened his arms to hug me, whispering in my ear,

"I've been on a business trip for half a month, you didn't even let our son video call me, shall we go see our son?"

I remained silent, he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to our son's room.

Then he gently opened the door, "Little ingrate, just like you, doesn't miss me after such a long time?"

I listened to his affectionate words, but caught a glimpse of the unmistakable red stain on the corner of his shirt.

My eyes unconsciously reddened, I closed the door to the children's room, and dragged Travis upstairs.

"Travis, I can't get pregnant again."