Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

On their fourth wedding anniversary, Chloe Reed brought up divorce.

The man's face darkened, his sharp phoenix eyes glinting, “Just because I was with my sister-in-law while she was in labor, and not with you?”

Chloe Reed: “Yes.”

The day after his elder brother died, Walker Grant went to Unistara to accompany his widowed sister-in-law.

For four years, he traveled back and forth between the country and Unistara. Countless times when she needed him, he was with his sister-in-law and that child.

Three days ago, his sister-in-law returned to the country. They both fell into the water at the same time, and his first instinct was to save his sister-in-law.

She was wrongly accused of hurting her nephew and forced to kneel on a cobblestone path, yet he completely ignored it.

She had loved him for eight years and never once doubted his true feelings.

But now, for the first time, Chloe Reed began to doubt her own love.

“Alright,” the man tore up the divorce papers, “I did it all for my brother's child. I just won't be with her anymore.”

Chloe Reed: “You tear one up, I'll draw up another, until you sign it.”

The coldness in the man's eyes was replaced by astonishment. With the speed of a cheetah, he grabbed her hand: “From falling in love to getting married, you've been with me for eight years.”

“Can you bear to leave?”

Chloe Reed calmly pulled her hand away: “There's nothing that can't be let go.”

Walker Grant would rather believe the Earth was flat than believe Chloe Reed would actually divorce him.

They had been together for eight years. To marry him, Chloe Reed had once knelt alone in the rain outside the Grant family's gate, and even gave up the opportunity to study abroad.

After sacrificing so much, how could she possibly bear to leave him?

But when the divorce certificate was actually handed to him, Walker Grant was stunned.

In the countless days that followed, Walker Grant cast aside all his pride, half-kneeling before the woman's door, his face full of pleading: “I'm begging you, open the door and let me in.”