Married for six years Chapter 2

The comments were mostly flaming him, but Liam ignored them and kept updating.

"As for why I want a divorce... it started three years ago when I went abroad for work.

It was a great opportunity, but I couldn't afford it. I played the good boy, acted pitiful, and she covered all the expenses.

While abroad, I met a girl from the same company.

She was beautiful, young, and most importantly, we clicked. Our interests aligned perfectly. I felt relaxed with her."

I paused. Years ago, Liam had said the same thing to me.

He would buy groceries early on weekends, rush from campus to my place, cook, clean, and wait for me to wake up naturally.

Weekends were no longer empty. They were filled with his smiling face.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. I made your favorite ribs."

He would hug me during horror movies, burying his face in my chest when he got scared.

"Is the ghost gone yet?"

When he proposed, he said, "I want to spend my life with you because being with you is when I'm happiest and most relaxed."

Turns out, the person who made him feel relaxed had changed long ago.

"But that wasn't the main thing. Living abroad opened my eyes. The world is huge.

I couldn't divorce her back then because I needed her connections and background."

"After three years, I came back and got promoted quickly.

Recently, another girl who just returned from abroad showed interest in me. We've been seeing each other.

Her family is wealthier than my wife's. We get along better. And I feel like she loves me more than my wife does."

It clicked. That's why he's been working late so often.

He was on dates.

"Plus, my wife is older than me. Not two or three years, but a full seven years."

"So, I want a divorce."

I smirked bitterly, scrolling past the flood of comments until I landed on the top-voted one.

"You've known her for ten years. Did you just find out today she's seven years older than you?"