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He called me over and over, and eventually, I had to answer.
On the phone, he broke down, unable to speak.
“Wife, I was wrong. That woman tricked me. You can do whatever you want. Please, don’t divorce me. Give me a chance to make things right, okay?”
I stayed silent and hung up without a word.
The calls kept coming, and I lost track of how many times I rejected them.
Finally, he stopped and sent me a message on Instagram.
“Wife, please wait. I’ll show you that I really understand my mistakes.”
I deleted the conversation without a second thought.
There was no need for it.
A week later, the trial began. Paula’s chat records and videos were solid proof of lan’s infidelity.
That evening, lan sent me another message.
When I opened it, I was taken aback.
It was a photo.
Paula was sitting on the floor, her hair a mess, eyes swollen, and slap marks on her face.
“Wife, I taught her a lesson for you. It’s all because of her that we lost our child and ended up here, heading
toward divorce!”
I frowned, horrified.
Is this what he thought was sincere?
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He treated Paula just as poorly.
It takes two to create a mess, but he was putting all the blame on her.
It was disgusting.
I closed the chat tiredly.
A moment later, lan called again.
“Wife, Paula and I are completely done. She won’t bother you anymore. I was really wrong. Please come back. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay?”
I answered coldly: “What happened between you two has nothing to do with me. I don’t want to see you before
the trial.”
After hanging up, I felt a wave of relief.
Finally, I would soon be free of him, and our paths would never cross again.
I went ahead and filed the divorce papers.
When lan received the court summons, he finally realized how
He seemed to regret it.
He called relentlessly, and I answered, reluctantly.
On the phone, he cried bitterly, unable to get the words out.
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“Wife, I was wrong. I was deceived by that woman. You can do whatever you want. Please, don’t divorce me. Give
me a chance to make it up to you, okay?”
I didn’t say anything and hung up silently.
The calls kept coming. I don’t know how many times I hung up.
Eventually, he sent a message on Instagram.
“Wife, please wait. I’ll prove to you that I understand my mistakes.”
I deleted the conversation coldly.
There was no point.
A week later, the trial began, and Paula’s chat records and videos became irrefutable evidence of lan’s cheating.
That evening, lan sent me another message.
I gasped when I opened it.
It was a photo.
Paula, sitting on the ground, hair disheveled, eyes swollen, and slap marks across her face.
“Wife, I taught her a lesson for you. It’s because of her that we lost our child and got to the point of divorce!”
I frowned, a sense of fear creeping in.
Is this what he called sincerity?
He had treated Paula the same way.
It takes two to tango, but he had decided to blame everything on her.
It was revolting.
I tiredly closed the conversation.
The next second, lan called again.
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“Wife, Paula, and I are completely over, and she won’t bother you anymore. I was wrong. Please come back. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay?”
