His First Love Got My Heart - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Chase had been the one to make the first move.
With raw emotion in his voice, he'd promised me, ", everything I have—my salary, my car, the house—it's all yours."
At the time, those words felt like a sacred vow, binding us together. But now? I saw them for what they really were. The material things might belong to me, but his heart? His heart was like a picked-apart flower, its petals scattered, given to someone else.
The realization left me hollow.
Adam had always been sharp. Maybe he'd already pieced it all together without me saying much, because he offered, "I can take you home."
I shook my head. "I'm not going home. I want a divorce."
Later, I stopped by the civil affairs office to pick up the divorce papers. I tucked them into a folder alongside the organ donation form I'd signed.
Before heading back, I snapped a photo of the carefully arranged dishes on the table. Then, I sent Chase a message:
[Chase, I'll be waiting for you.]
He'd never agree to a divorce without a fight. And even if he did, he'd never let go of the child I carried. I didn't want his money or his house—but the child's right to support? That, I had to secure.
Chase didn't keep me waiting long.
He rushed home in minutes, carrying a box of pastries—my favorite.
", I know how much you love these," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead with that warm, familiar smile.
He didn't notice anything off about me. As usual, he assumed I was just in a mood—something his affection and little gestures could smooth over.
And it had worked before. Chase was an expert at pacifying me—sweet words, tender kisses, just the right gifts. He always knew how to lull me back into complacency.
That evening, he set the mood—drawing the curtains, lighting candles, filling the room with the illusion of romance. "Close your eyes," he murmured.
When I opened them, a delicate Van Cleef & Arpels four-leaf clover necklace dangled from my neck. He must've gone through my online cart again.
"It's beautiful," I said, keeping my voice carefully neutral.
The candlelight flickered across our faces, casting shadows that felt like ghosts of the truth I was hiding.
"Honey, there's something else," Chase said, pulling out a folder and setting a stack of papers on the table. At the top was an insurance agreement.
He placed a pen in my hand, his expression earnest. ", if anything ever happens to me, I want this to make sure you're taken care of."
Too distracted to notice, he didn't see that I'd already swapped it for the divorce agreement.
I took the pen, signed without hesitation, and handed it back.
"Your turn, Chase," I said softly.
He smiled, scribbled his name without reading a word, and tossed the folder aside like it was nothing. Relief washed over me.
That night, Chase made his usual excuse—a "work emergency"—and left again. I knew exactly where he was going: Grace's side.
He took the folder with him, completely clueless about what was inside.
Four years. Four years of effort, of fighting for this relationship—and here we were. The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd once fought to win his heart. Now, I was ready to walk away.
With Chase gone, I finally had space to tie up loose ends—canceling my number, finalizing the divorce, preparing for the next ###Chapter.
Clutching the signed divorce papers in one hand and my plane ticket to Canada in the other, I dialed a number I hadn't used in a while.
"Adam, can you pick me up now?"
His reply was as clipped as ever. "Okay."
Before hanging up, I added quickly, "And… thank you. For letting me stay at your place."
Adam's tone didn't change. "Don't mention it. The house in Canada's just sitting there. Might as well be used."
I chuckled at how serious he sounded, even when being generous.
As I ended the call, my eyes swept over the apartment one last time. It felt empty now—empty of my presence, my memories, my love. I'd erased every trace of myself. A pang of sadness hit me as I imagined Chase returning tomorrow to find the place bare. What would his face look like when he realized I was gone?
I didn't know.
And for the first time, I didn't care.
I wondered what expression he'd make when he finally opened that envelope and saw the divorce papers.
Dragging my suitcase behind me, I left everything else behind. The only thing left in that house was the diamond ring he'd given me. Even under the pale moonlight, the stone looked dull—its sparkle snuffed out, just like us.
Outside, the rain fell in soft, steady waves.