I Wouldn't Choose You, Either

I went alone to my favorite singer’s concert.

During the song selection segment, I was really excited and hoped that I would be lucky enough to be picked.

But in the next second, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be on a business trip, appear on the screen. Next to him was Mia Louise, his first love.

“I’d like to pick Back To The Past. I want to go back three years when I hadn’t broken up with Mia.”

The entire stadium cheered and celebrated their love.

I was the only one in tears.

During the next song selection segment, I saw my teary face show up on the screen.

“I’d like to pick Back To The Past as well. I want to return to the time when I never said yes to Samuel Gardner’s proposal.”

Before my voice faded away, my phone rang.

I looked at the phone screen. It was Samuel Gardner, my husband.

I rejected the call.

When I looked up, I found my face still on the screen.

I put on a perfect smile. “Samuel, I agree to the divorce. I’ll see you at the courthouse at 9 a.m. on Monday.”

Whispers rose all around me. Some of the friendlier people even approached me to comfort me.

A girl handed me a tissue and gave me a sympathetic look. “You shouldn’t feel sad over that piece of trash, girl.”

I thanked her and wiped away my tears. I also sang the song with the singer.

During that entire time, all I could think about was Samuel asking me for a divorce a few days ago.

It had happened during breakfast, and Samuel had looked at me coolly when he said, “Let’s get a divorce.”

I froze with a soft-boiled egg in my hand as I stared at him in surprise.

“What did you say?” I was wondering whether I was hearing things.

Ever since I agreed to Samuel’s proposal three years ago, we had lived a happy life together.

Even though he was still as aloof as ever and was only ever passionate in bed, we had no relationship troubles.

I just thought he was joking when he suddenly asked for a divorce.

But Samuel looked at me seriously. “Let’s get a divorce. I’m fed up with this life.”

When I did not answer, he chuckled bitterly.

Samuel stopped coming back home from that day on. Whenever I called him, he would say that he was out on a business trip.

Later, I found that the singer I had liked for more than a decade was organizing a concert in my city, so I sent him a text asking him to come with me.

He had said no again with the excuse that he was out on a business trip.

To think that he had actually come with someone else to the concert!

I knew the woman beside him. She was in his graduate class yearbook.

While he had taken pictures with other girls