The Wrong Marriage, I Gave UpChapter 1

"Sherry, I want a divorce!" I said.

After I was adopted from the orphanage by Grandpa Eric and brought into the Alba Family, Sherry became the most cherished person in my heart.

We went to school together, played together and grew up together. Everyone said I was the most loyal 'simp' behind Sherry. But I didn't care. As long as I saw her happy, I was willing to be anything.

When we were in college, I saw her with Colin Powell. I also watched as Colin dumped her and went abroad.

We met when we were five, got married when we were twenty-five, had our daughter, Tania, when I was thirty and now I'm thirty-five. We had been entangled with each other for thirty years.

For thirty years, I had put her first in everything and treated her with more dignity than a princess.

I thought that sincerity could be exchanged for sincerity, that one day her heart would open up to me and we would have a happy ending. But, I was wrong.