I Let My Cheating Husband Be with His True Love

Ken spent a fortune on our wedding.

But on our wedding night, he left me to take care of his crush, Jenny Johnson, who was struggling with severe depression.

I grabbed a chainsaw, took down her door, and demanded a divorce.

Jenny's eyes were swollen from crying.

"I'll leave Ken alone, back to you. My life isn't as important as your happiness—"

Ken, distressed beyond words, warned me, "Mayson White, listen to me. If Jenny ends up taking her own life because of you, you'll pay with yours."

Later, he caught me cheating with his best friend.

With red eyes, he pleaded, "Mayson, break up with him. I can pretend none of this happened. Let's just be together."

"No way," I said.

"He'll threaten to end his life if he never sees me. You're such a good guy and wouldn't want to force him to go through with it, would you?"

I sliced through Jenny Johnson's apartment with a chainsaw with my wedding dress on and found Ken Chapman holding her in his arms inside.

We had an extravagant wedding in the morning, but the moment Jenny threatened suicide, Ken abandoned me on our wedding night to go see her and even ignored my calls.

"She's faking her depression, Ken. Can you come back with me now?"

I fought back the frustration. I turned off the chainsaw, tossed it aside, and showed him a video.

In the video, Jenny's so-called therapist admitted that she paid him to fake her diagnosis, and her antidepressants were nothing but vitamins.

Ken barely glanced at it, accusing me of smearing his beloved's reputation.

"Mayson, don't twist things because you're jealous of Jenny," he said.

My eyes stung, and I could barely hold back tears. "Do you even remember we just got married today?"

Ken sighed. "I know this is hard for you, but Jenny has severe depression. She loves me, and if I leave her, she might actually kill herself. You can't just let her die, can you?"

He sighed again and reached out, as if to touch my head.

However, Jenny teared up and stopped him. "I'll feel dirty and uncomfortable if you touch her, Ken."

Ken withdrew his hand instantly. He sat down, held her close and replied, "Alright, alright, anything for my little jealous one."

"Don't kiss her or sleep with her even if I'm not around. It makes me sick."

"Alright, alright. Whatever you want."

Watching them flirt made my heart sink deeper.

I had been admired by countless boys since high school, with love letters piling up my trash bin.

However, I was an orphan, and love seemed immature to me. I just wanted to do well in school, earn scholarships, and scrape by on whatever I could save.

When Ken confessed to me, I did not even look at him as I turned him down.

Things changed when a bunch of gangsters tried to assault me. Ken saved me when they ripped off my clothes and pinned me