Chapter 1

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I joyfully prepared a table full of my husband's favorite dishes.

But he brought his first love back home.

Our five-year-old daughter clung to her hand, nestling close.

"Aunt Hazel, you're so wonderful! My mom only stays home to wash clothes and cook. You're like a fairy who can do anything."

"Aunt Hazel, can you be my mom?"

My heart wrenched, and I staggered backward, shocked by my daughter’s words.

My husband didn’t correct her; he just smiled at them.

Then he glanced at me standing in the corner with impatience, saying, "Why do you always have that sour look? Our daughter is young and doesn't understand, but shouldn't you know better? Go set the table for our guest!"

I quietly set the table, trying to muster a smile.

"I'm not hungry. You all go ahead."

That night, I saw my husband's latest Snapchat post.

In the picture, he and that woman were holding our daughter, looking blissfully happy.

The caption read: "After all the twists and turns, I'm grateful to have you, to have you both. How fortunate."

With tears in my eyes, I liked the post, then opened our chat.

"Let's get a divorce. I'll let you be."