Back to Where Our Dreams Began

In the fifth year after migrating to a new country, my wife, Nyra Sinclair, brings her first love, Jacob Griffin, and his daughter, Zoe Griffin, home with her.

"Jacob and Zoe are new to this country, so they shall be staying with us for the time being."

I get into a huge fight over this matter with Nyra.

On my birthday, Nyra hands me a divorce agreement. She urges, "Hurry up and sign it. Jacob needs a green card. We'll have to go through a fake divorce first."

With a frown on my face, I try to pry for more details from Nyra, only to get accused that I don't have any sympathy for Jacob at all.

A short while later, I see Jacob's latest post on Instagram.

"Nyra is getting a divorce for my and Zoe's sake! We finally have a place to call home!"

I just leave a like there quietly. After leaving my signature on the divorce agreement, I lodge a request to my company so that I can fly back to my home country, Myrthia.

My manager, Matteo Webster, was surprised when he received my application.

"Tyler, you worked so hard to come here before. Why are you thinking about going back to Myrthia now?"

I forced a bitter smile and looked down. "My parents are there. It's better if I go back."

Just then, my wife, Nyra Sinclair, pushed the door open and walked in. She frowned as soon as she heard that. "Who's going back?"

I didn't answer her. I chatted with Matteo for a bit before hanging up.

When I turned around, Nyra was staring at me. "Who did you say is going back?"

I replied vaguely, "A coworker's applying to transfer back to Myrthia."

Nyra smirked, clearly mocking me. "I thought you were the one applying to go back. But then again, you worked so hard to be with me. There's no way you'd leave now."

As she said that, she reached out and wrapped her arm around my waist. "Honey, once Jacob gets his green card, we should have a baby."

Nyra always played this carrot-and-stick game. But this time, I wasn't buying it.

I pushed her away and said coldly, "We'll talk about that later."

Nyra froze for a moment, then softened her voice. "You're not arguing with me this time? That's kinda weird. I thought we'd be at each other's throats over this."

Hearing her choice of words, I couldn't help but feel a sharp wave of irony.

A husband and wife, tearing into each other over some outsider.

I chuckled. "I'm tired of arguing."

At my words, Nyra started grumbling about how I used to pick fights with her over her first love, Jacob Griffin.

She claimed I was inconsiderate and that every time I fought with her, I left her heartbroken.

She was always like that—pushing every boundary. If I gave her an inch, she'd take a mile.

For years, I had been the one giving in.