What happened to the people who divorced for their ex?

When we met him again, we were all married. That day, walking in the street, far away, I saw a man in front of my flower shop, carrying a small daisy.

We haven't seen each other since we broke up. I heard that he married a girl who is a bit like me. My heart is dying and I married my husband now. Although I hate that he didn't stay, I still opened a flower shop because he likes flowers. I admit that I am selfish, because I have been waiting for him, waiting for him to buy flowers and waiting to see him again.

He looked up and I was shocked. When the man he yearned for suddenly appeared in his sight, he didn't know what to say.

I invited him to the flower shop, but he didn't want to. He just wanted to leave and his legs went back to the shop. I poured him a pot of his favorite chrysanthemum tea, and he took a sip and said, "I didn't expect you to remember." I replied, "Yes, I am used to it." We reviewed the past without saying a word in small talk.

Later, we always meet on weekend afternoons to get a room. Long-lost passion makes us not want to let go of every inch of each other's skin. We kissed and tangled, and we forgot our identities. We just want to spend a short time, not letting go of a moment of tenderness. Once, twice, many times, although I can ignore the eyes of the outside world every time, it is always shameful to cheat.

As soon as his wife smelled something fishy, she threatened him with crying, making trouble and hanging herself. Because he didn't want to make a scene, he asked me to terminate the date. I didn't agree, but he insisted that we should not meet for the time being unless we can both get divorced.

In the weeks when he no longer appeared, I was like a lost soul, and I didn't care about anything. Although my husband noticed something strange, he didn't ask me anything out of respect. It wasn't until I asked him for a divorce and said that I could have nothing and be with my ex that he became hysterical and kept calling me a psycho and a shameless crazy woman.

The speed of divorce was too fast. Before my parents knew it, I became a divorced woman with nothing but a flower shop. Maybe I was really crazy at that time, crazy about love. So that when my parents said I was stubborn and hopeless, I didn't bow to anyone. Because of his words, as long as we divorce, we can be together aboveboard, and I am convinced that my divorce is the most correct choice.

So after everything was handled properly, I ran to his house and threw the divorce certificate on the ground in front of his wife. I thought he would take me away at all costs, but he picked up the divorce certificate and pushed me out of the door. I tried to knock on his door, but in return, he shouted at me in the room, "It's over. It was impossible before, and it is impossible now. "

That day was the darkest day of my life. Soon after, I received a message saying I was sorry. In the face of his apology, I didn't scold him or blame him. I just replied that I love you, so I deleted him.

Although my family said I was stupid and my friends said I was fooled by him, I don't regret it, because I worked hard for love, and he was the happiness of my youth. So we parted, at least I no longer have regrets, and I won't expect to see him again.