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At twenty–three, I married James Thompson.
He was emotionally distant and only married me because I was exceptionally obedient and could help him deal with his elders.
Everyone knew he already had a first love in his heart.
When his first love returned, I would certainly have to surrender my title as Mrs. Thompson.
Finally, his first love came back, and I tactfully suggested divorce.
He smiled indifferently and said, “Fine, let’s get divorced then.”
From that day on, we had no contact for a long time.
Until news of my engagement spread.
That night, he called me thirteen times.
During the first call, he only said two words: “Congratulations.”
By the thirteenth call, I couldn’t hold back anymore and asked, “What exactly do you want to say?”
With a cigarette between his lips, his voice sounded muffled: “Is he richer than me? Does he treat you better than I did? Are you
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that eager to marry him?”
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When I scrolled through Facebook and saw the news about Yvonne Windsor’s divorce, I knew my marriage with James was coming to an end.
Of course, I wasn’t the only one who thought so–everyone did.
I saw many comments under that Facebook post from James’s friends, classmates, and business partners, asking:
“Yvonne, congratulations on being single again! When are you coming back?”
“Yeah, someone’s been waiting for you for a long time.”
These people were always cold toward me.
When I accompanied James to gatherings, they would politely call me “sister–in–law” once, then immediately look away, never saying another word to me.
But on the rare occasions when our eyes met, I could clearly see the regret in their gaze.
Indeed, whether in movies or stories, who doesn’t hope for talented couples to end up together? Life already has enough. disappointments and imperfections.
James and Yvonne were that enviable perfect couple.
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They grew up together, studied together, naturally fell in love, and everyone around them believed they would eventually marry—if only Yvonne hadn’t married someone else.
I had seen photos of Yvonne and James together at Mrs. Cecilia’s house.
Yvonne was exceptionally beautiful, with skin as fair as jade, standing charmingly beside James, her eyes full of laughter. Anyone who saw them would say they were a perfect match.
Mrs. Cecilia sighed and told me, “Yvonne, that girl… I don’t know what she was thinking. She went abroad once and got married there. Poor James…” She stopped there.
But I understood what she meant–poor James lost the love of his life, then ended up marrying me in a daze.
For James, Yvonne was someone he once deeply loved, a wound that had scarred over.
He wouldn’t deliberately mention her, nor would he feel the pain, but whenever he thought of her, he would still lose himself momentarily.
People had seen James fight for Yvonne, get jealous over her, grieve for her, only for their relationship to end without warning.
So when they looked at James and me later, they always felt something was missing.
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Increllad through the comments bye.
I noticed someone mentioning me casually: [fall,
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preparing for his third Christmas anniversary Head he wanted to give bar a surprise.
The comment was deleted within a minute of being posted. The person probably all it was inappropriate.
Beide me, hardly anyone sawit.
My finger trope on the phones. Tow, three Chats already, I thought to mysalf, without even realizing it.
James was planting a surprise for me?
Just as I was thinking this, I saw Jamas liked that Facebook post
Heddat say anything, but his lanca made my imagination run wild.
I opened my Facebook.
Im particularly fond of sharing my life and post about my daily activities every few days.
Scrolling mom the first post to the last, there wt the lightest
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He appeared quilly.
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