Whisper of Spring
Chapter 1
I was eighteen when I caught my sister,
Sarah, lifting up Chase’s shirt and touching
his abs.
His shirt was loose, allowing her to do
whatever she wanted.
I was twenty–two when Chase, pressured by
his family, married me.
But everyone knew that even after the
wedding, he still couldn’t let go of his intense
love for my sister.
Later, I filed for divorce.
He was silent for a long time before signing
the papers.
“If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to
ask,” he said.
At twenty–eight, I returned for Chase and
Sarah’s wedding.
He looked at the man beside me with a cold.
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unsettling gaze.
“So that’s why you were so eager to divorce
me, for him?”
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“I heard that Taylor is back in town.”
“If I remember correctly, she was the one who
filed for divorce, right?”
“Chase is the head of the family now. I
wonder if she regrets it.”
“What’s there to regret? She stole her sister’s
fiancé; it’s just things returning to their
rightful owner.”
I heard these whispers as I approached the
private room.
For the past three years, rumors about me
had swirled.
They said I was playing games, trying to win
Chase back.
Even my parents believed it.
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On the day of the divorce, Mom specifically
warned me:
“Now that you’re divorced, don’t contact him
anymore.‘
“Your sister injured her leg, and she needs
Chase. Don’t upset her.”
Seeing my silence, she continued:
“That marriage was always meant for your
sister. If she hadn’t gone abroad for her
studies, it wouldn’t have been you.
Sarah and Chase were the envy of everyone
in our social circle.
But on the eve of their wedding, Sarah ran
away.
The news of their union had already been
announced.
Faced with the pressure, Chase’s family
immediately decided to replace Sarah with
- me.
I don’t know how they convinced him, but
Chase ultimately agreed to marry me.
For three years, our marriage was like any
other.
But everyone knew he hadn’t moved on from
Sarah.
He never let me enter his study.
Once, he forgot to close the door. I peered
through the crack and felt a chill run down my
spine.
His study walls were covered with photos of
him and Sarah, wedding photos.
I’d never seen Chase like that before.
His expression was lively, affectionate, and
focused.
His world revolved around Sarah.
That’s when I started thinking about divorce.
On the day I made up my mind, I overheard
him on the phone.
He was soothing someone on the other end
with a gentle voice:
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll be there in ten
minutes… you can’t move, wait for me, be
good.”
He saw me as I turned around.
I calmly said, “Dinner is ready; eat before you
leave.”
He paused briefly and continued walking out.
“You eat, no need to wait for me.”
As he neared the door, I called him again.
Impatience flickered across his face. “What?”
“Chase,” I said, “let’s get a divorce.”
