Cornered by My Ex: His Regretful Confession

That summer when I was 18, I found Tyler barely alive in a dirty alley.

Twenty years later, in another summer, he wanted a divorce, abandoning me and our 12-year-old daughter.

His idealized first love, Rachel, clung to his arm with a triumphant smile: "See? After all these years, he still chooses me without hesitation."

Heartbroken and disillusioned, I finally agreed to the divorce.

I burned my wedding dress and threw away the ring he had chosen for me.

I wished him and Rachel eternal happiness and true love.