Married for six years

Title: Married for six years, no longer in love with my older wife. How do I divorce her without hurting her or getting revenge? The word divorce caught my eye. Something compelled me to click. The OP’s avatar was a cartoon Shiba Inu. It looked cute. It even resembled the Shiba I owned. He wrote: "I met my wife when I was a senior in high school. My family was poor, and I was about to drop out to work. She brought me to the city and supported my education. She’s seven years older than me. A very responsible adult. She treated me well—paid for my tuition and living expenses, cared about my studies and health. She even helped me choose my college. But I was too young. I thought that was love. So, sophomore year of college, I confessed my feelings. When she rejected me, I kept trying. Eventually, she agreed." I scrolled down, my grip on the phone tightening. "I was so proud of myself back then. A kid landing a mature, successful woman. Looking back, it was wrong from the start. Once we were official, she started pouring resources into me. She was already a corporate executive. Almost every opportunity I got in college had her fingerprints on it. I’m grateful for that. My resume looks great because of her. Right after graduation, I joined her company. Then we got married. It’s been six years now." My palms were sweating, ice-cold. I was certain. The OP was my husband, Liam. Chapter 1 The boy who used to smile and call me "Big Sis," promising to treat me well forever, was now posting online. Airing our dirty laundry to strangers, looking for a "dignified" way to leave me without facing consequences. I started questioning myself. Was I the problem? Was I too strict? Did I not give him enough security? Six years of marriage, and this is where we ended up? If he wanted to leave, he could have just talked to me. Why post this? In that moment, curiosity outweighed the pain. I desperately needed to know why. Why? Why choose this way? I kept reading. I needed to understand why he wanted out. 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?" Chapter 3 When I got home from work, Liam was unusually busy in the kitchen. He was humming, seemingly in a good mood, prepping ingredients with practiced ease. Hearing the door, he shouted, "You're back! Give me a sec, dinner's almost ready." I changed my clothes numbly and sat at the table. Three dishes and a soup. He put in effort; they were all my favorites. Uncontrollably, I wondered: Is this guilt? Is he trying to compensate? With this? Is my heart worth a cheap home-cooked meal? I held back the urge to scream. Seeing my silence, worry washed over Liam's face. He reached out to touch my forehead. "What's wrong? Feeling sick?" I leaned back, avoiding his touch, and shook my head. "Nothing. Just tired from the new product launch." Liam's hand froze in mid-air, awkward. He looked confused for a second, then smiled and withdrew his hand. "Oh, I see. You worked hard. Try the ribs." "You deserve a reward for working so hard." He put a piece of rib on my plate. It looked good, smelled good, but a wave of nausea hit me. I frowned, covering my mouth, but the sickness kept rising. "Did you throw up?" I couldn't hold it back. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. Liam rushed over, patting my back, handing me water. I couldn't see a trace of fakery in this man. Until his phone rang. "Hello? I'm a bit busy today... Okay, okay, fine. I'll come over soon, alright? Don't be mad, princess..." His voice drifted in from the living room. He was so brazen, assuming I wouldn't know. I dug my nails into my palms, head down, listening to his footsteps return. "Feeling better?" "The product manager just called. There's an issue with a product, I need to go in for overtime." "Take your meds, they're on the table. I'm leaving." Chapter 4 Finding Liam's affair partner was easy. Overseas background, recently returned, likely working in the company. When my assistant placed Chloe He's file on my desk, I wasn't surprised. It was Director He's daughter. We'd met. Six months ago, Director He invited Liam and me to play golf. His daughter was there. Back then, Chloe was all over Liam, pestering him to teach her how to play. What did Liam say then? "That girl is so annoying. Total princess syndrome." Our marriage wasn't a secret; the upper management knew. Chloe, as Director He's daughter, definitely knew Liam was married. I didn't hide my investigation. Soon, my assistant called. "Ms. Chen, the intern from the product department, Chloe He, is here to see you." Compared to six months ago, Chloe looked even prettier. She walked in, calling out intimately. "Rose! My dad insisted I come learn from you. Please teach me!" She sat on the sofa, a suspicious red mark visible on her neck. Seeing my gaze, Chloe gasped dramatically. "Oops, Rose, don't look! My boyfriend is so bad." "He used to eat such bland food. Meeting me made him hungry." Chloe giggled, covering her mouth, eyes fixed on me. "You don't mind, do you, Sis?" I finally looked up at her, frowning. "Director He's daughter? Didn't he teach you to use titles in the office? Call me Ms. Chen." Chloe's smile froze. "And since Director He sent you to learn, please be professional." "Your outfit—" I smirked. "In the office, maybe wear something more professional." "Andy, email Ms. He the Employee Handbook and Code of Business Conduct. I want a read receipt before she leaves today." Chloe left with a face like thunder. I rubbed my temples. They were throbbing. Someone else was going to make trouble tonight.

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