After My Husband Called For Ivy, I Canceled Our Marriage

On our wedding night, while my husband was showering, he suddenly shouted, "Ivy, can you bring me a pair of boxers?"

I was about to get up and fetch them when I froze.

Ivy isn't me.

She's the one staying at our home—his female friend from the old gang.

Before I could react, Ivy was already in the master bedroom, holding his boxers at her fingertips. She didn’t even bother to knock.

Without acknowledging me, she walked straight to the bathroom door and quipped, "Hey! Open up, your old man sent you some black coffee!"

How charming!

My husband's father has been deceased for over a decade. Is this a haunting?

In that case, maybe his dear old dad can kindly take the rotten potatoes away with him.

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After two years of dating Ivan Sanders, we finally tied the knot and entered wedded bliss. His friends from back home—three guys and one girl—arrived a week early to help orchestrate a magical wedding.

Seeing me moved to tears, Ivan earnestly said all the hard work was worth it. After the ceremony, he wanted to thank them with a dinner. Not wanting them to be too worn out, I hosted them at our home. They drank quite a bit, so I arranged for them to rest in separate rooms.

While Ivan was showering in the master bedroom, I lay on the bed, flipping through videos of the wedding. A perfect ceremony, a man who loved me, a cozy home. For a moment, I felt like the happiest woman in the world.

As I was savoring that feeling, Ivan suddenly called out, "Ivy, can you bring me a pair of boxers?"

I was about to rise when I hesitated. Ivy wasn't me; she was his only female buddy among the friends. Before I could react, Ivy had already entered the master bedroom without knocking, holding Ivan’s boxers that I had hand-washed and hung out on the patio yesterday.

She walked straight to the bathroom door and announced, "Hey! Open the door!"

"Your old man sent you some black coffee!"

My husband laughed and responded, "Just leave it on the counter, and beat it!"

Ivy shot back, "Is that how you treat your old man? You're married and you've already forgotten your father, huh?"

Turning to me with a grin, she said, "Angelica, don't mind him. He's been spoiled by us, his friends. Don't spoil him too much. Spoil a man, and you're just making trouble for yourself."

A breeze swept through the open windows, sending a chill through me. I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself and said, "Your hearing is amazing, isn't it? With the bedroom door closed and two rooms in between, you could hear him clearly?"

She boasted, "I just guessed he’d shower without bringing fresh boxers. After a few drinks, he's always like this. As his worried old man, I was waiting by the door."

I replied bluntly, "But his father’s been dead for over ten years. Isn’t