Four years ago, I encountered Jayden after he had been in a car accident on my way to work.
Seeing his car about to catch fire, I took the risk of dragging the unconscious him out and took him to the hospital.
When Jayden woke up, he was overwhelmed with gratitude for saving his life and repeatedly tried to give me money.
I refused his compensation, believing that saving a life was a matter of momentary kindness.
But after several rejections, he became interested in me. He started pursuing me—sending flowers, picking me up and dropping me off from work, and even bringing desserts to my colleagues to win them over.
Every time I rejected his advances, he used the debt of gratitude for saving his life to persuade me.
Despite my rejections, he remained gentle, handsome, and composed. I thought no girl could resist such a suitor, and I was no exception---
Gradually, I fell for him.
Soon after, we fell in love. With Jayden, he was as tender and considerate as ever. This deepened my feelings and convinced me that he loved me as much as I loved him.
So, after three years of dating, I proposed to Jayden. He thought about it and finally agreed.
However, after marriage, I discovered that he had a first love named Rosalind.
The day we first met, he had that accident because Rosalind had rejected him. Distraught, he drove off to clear his mind.
It was Rosalind who revealed Jayden’s past with her on our wedding night when she returned from abroad.
At that time, I found it amusing to hear Rosalind boast about how my newlywed husband had once adored her.
Yes, I found it amusing because I couldn’t believe her.
After all, Jayden had been so good to me over the past three years. When I was sick, he was always the most anxious. When I was sad, he was the first to comfort me. When I was confused about the future, he patiently guided me, helping me pursue my dreams and make progress.
People often say that loving someone is like growing a flower.
So I firmly believed that Jayden loved me.
But a year into our marriage, I noticed that while he was attentive to me, he was also constantly focused on Rosalind.
At first, I thought Rosalind who kept tempting him.
Later, I realized the root cause was his inability to restrain his wandering heart. He reveled in my admiration, yet couldn’t let go of the thrill from his first love.
I loved him, so I tolerated a lot, always holding onto the hope that he would change. But on our anniversary, he abandoned me to celebrate Rosalind’s return, spoke with contempt about me to his friends, and spent a night alone with Rosalind in a hotel…
If I still loved him after all this, then I was truly too humble!