Love Scattered to the Wind
Chapter 1
- 1.
The first day we were together, Mark told me,
“If you ever find out I’ve done something to
hurt you, don’t give me a chance to come
back. If I cross that line, I deserve to lose
you.”
So later, when he hooked up with an intern,
he made damn sure nobody told me.
He told his buddies, “Jen is the love of my
life. I’m never divorcing her. A guy, can have a
little fun, but he always comes home, right?”
Too bad the intern thought she was
something special.
She started sending me anonymous texts, and
even created a fake account to add me on
social media, just so I could see their lovey-
dovey crap.
“Mark’s a total catch. He’s going to want
young blood, so you should just pack your
bags, honey.”
I smiled, but didn’t reply.
If Mark wanted thrills, he could deal with the
consequences.
- 1.
Got home, like 10:30 PM.
Still had that anonymous text on my phone.
“Jen, wanna know what Mark’s like in bed?”
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Seven years of marriage, and I never thought
Mark would cheat on me.
The magazine on the coffee table had Mark’s
picture on the cover.
In the interview, the reporter asked him who
he wanted to thank the most.
He said, “My wife. We were nobodies when
we met, and we’ve been together for seven
years now. Our anniversary is coming up.”
“I wouldn’t be where I am today without her
support. She’s not just my love; she’s the one
who believed in me.”
Staring at Mark’s face on the cover, I froze
for a second.
His words in that business magazine blew up
online.
Everyone envied me, saying it was a real–life
romance novel.
Someone even found a picture of us seven
years ago, selling lemonade at a street fair.
We were crammed under a tiny umbrella,
grinning like idiots.
We were high school sweethearts, and Mark
finally told me how he felt after college.
I turned down a scholarship and stayed here
to help him build his company.
When we were broke, we split every dollar in
half, and drank tap water when we were
hungry.
We used to sit in our crummy apartment and
dream about the future.
Now all those dreams were real, and he’d
changed.
Mark got back close to 1 AM. He saw me on
the couch and jumped.
“Jen, what are you doing up?”
I just stared at him, not saying a word.
He looked guilty for a second, then gave me a
fake smile and pulled a velvet box out of his
pocket.
Inside was a ring. A huge diamond sparkled.
“They say diamonds are forever! Haha, see if
you like it!”
He was trying to be cute, doing a bad
impression of a jewelry commercial.
After seven years, I knew him too well. He
only spent that kind of money when he felt
guilty.
I took it without saying a word, put it on the
side table, and said I was tired. I didn’t even
look at it.
- 1.
Woke up to noises in the kitchen.
When we were starting the company, I had a
lot of health problems because of stress.
Back then, we couldn’t afford doctors, so I
tried to eat right.
That’s how Mark started cooking for me.
He still does it.
I would sit on the couch, pretending to be
helpless.
“Don’t you think this is beneath you?”
He’d laugh, mocking my voice, “Nothing is
beneath me if it’s for you.”
But now, I felt sick.
He put the plates out, then grabbed his car
keys.
I glanced at the clock. “Going to the office
this early?”
He froze, avoiding my eyes. “Yeah, big
meeting today.”
I nodded, watching him rush out. My smile
vanished.
Sure enough, two minutes later, another
anonymous text.
“Guess what position Mark’s in this morning?
Follow him and find out.”
I don’t know why, but I followed him.
He didn’t go to the office. He drove to
Disneyland.
