After my First Love Returned, I Decided to Divorce

Ethan Johnson had a model on the side, and she was pregnant.

She strutted into our mansion, flaunting her baby bump, while I was trimming a bouquet of dew-kissed roses from the garden.

She caressed her swollen belly, a smug grin plastered across her face.

Little did she know, she wasn't the first woman to come here demanding my husband.

Every time Ethan got bored, it was always me, his wife, who handed over a hefty sum to these women to clean up his mess.

But this time, I silently placed a divorce agreement on Ethan's desk.

He was with yet another new face, and my presence clearly annoyed him.

"Emily Carter, you should consider yourself lucky to have landed me."

"Don't start trouble for no reason!"

"Want a divorce?"

"Fine—but don't you dare come crawling back to the Johnson family, even if you beg on your knees!"

He was convinced I wouldn't go through with it.

Everyone thought I was head over heels for him, that I could tolerate his wild ways and the endless stream of women.

But this time, I wasn't going to put up with it anymore.

Because my first love, the one who looked so much like him, had finally returned from abroad.