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I once believed that if I married Bella and kept her like an ornament — fed her well, gave her a comfortable home—we could live out our days peacefully. But I was wrong. I underestimated her .
She stole my love for Lily piece by piece , slowly, silently, like peeling silk from a cocoon. She knew exactly how to handle men, just like that night she crawled into my bed while I was drunk.
I always knew she liked me, but I loved Lily.
And now—using every trick she had — she didn’t just win my body, she stole my heart. I’d fallen — helplessly, hopelessly — for a woman like Bella. And I hated myself for it.
Bella, she didn't deserve my love!
So I made her abort the baby in her womb again and again!
The truth is it broke me too. But I knew she was hurting more than I was — and somehow, that felt like enough.
I humiliated her on purpose, ignored her, left her again and again—for Lily.
She asked for a divorce more than once. But I never agreed.
She had seeped into every part of my life — down to my very bones. I couldn't leave her.
I wanted to treat her better . I gave her chance after chance. But she refused to admit what she had done wrong. Eventually, I gave up expecting nothing at all. Let things stay the way they were. I rarely slept in the same bed with her because I couldn't help it. Looking at her thin back and thinking about her kindness to me, I couldn't stop myself from pulling her into my arms.
I couldn't face a woman who stirred up so much contradiction in me. So I ran. Over and over again. She explained to me that she didn't do those things and that it was Lily who did them.
How could that be? Lily loved me so much. How could she give me to someone else?
After I married Bella, Lily would drink herself numb night after night. She held on to everything I ever gave her — even that tiny maple leaf we once picked together. So, Bella must be lying.
