I Asked for Divorce After My Husband Raised a FishChapter 1

After my husband, Jonathan Beckett’s childhood sweetheart, Pauline Morris, returned to the country and discovered he already had a child with me, she created a storm. Not long after, drunk on a mountaintop, she slipped and fell to her death.

The news broke my husband. For three days and nights, Jonathan sat outside the morgue, refusing to return home.

Everyone whispered that he must hate me now—that sooner or later, he would demand a divorce.

After all, I was nothing but the compromise he had made under family pressure. The one he truly cherished, the one who had lived in his heart all along, was Pauline.

But instead of distancing himself, my husband changed.

My husband became gentle and attentive. He even handed me his entire paycheck without hesitation.

This was the same man who had always loathed hassle, yet to please me, he asked a friend to fly in an eel from Europe and raised it in a tank in our living room.

And then, during a family dinner with both sides gathered, I calmly dropped the news: I wanted a divorce.