After bankruptcy, my husband intends to marry his first love

At a banquet, my father Wyatt Roberts arranged for me to marry Julian Ortiz, the financial talent he had personally mentored.
At that time, I didn't know Julian already had someone he loved.
Later, Wyatt's company was exposed for product fraud. The stock price plummeted, and they faced criminal prosecution.
Julian immediately brought his first love, Natalia Hall, back home and told me right to my face that he wanted to marry Natalia.
Then Julian's mother, Luna Ortiz, scolded me too.
She said, "Your family is bankrupt now, and you can't even have children. What right do you have to stop my son from marrying another woman?"
Julian pushed the divorce papers in front of me and said with contempt, "If you sign obediently, I might still let you stay in the house and live with Natalia."
I simply booked a plane ticket to leave this place.
In seven days, I would be going south with Wyatt and my mother, Eloise Roberts.
*****
Right after my family went bankrupt, Julian couldn't wait to bring Natalia home.
He pushed a divorce agreement in front of me and said, "In five days, I'm marrying Natalia. I've wronged her for too many years already—I can't let her down anymore. If you behave, I might still let you stay in the house and live with her."
My family had just gone bankrupt, yet Julian was in such a rush that he wouldn't even wait one more day.
I looked at him quietly.
Julian's eyes were ice-cold, looking at me like I was a complete stranger.
We'd been married for five years, and I hadn't touched his heart even once.
I hurriedly lowered my head, fighting back the trembling in my body, and took out a pen to sign the divorce papers.
I said softly, "Okay."
Anyway, I wouldn't be staying here much longer.
From now on, whoever Julian chose to be with had nothing to do with me.
Julian raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting me to be so straightforward.
He picked up the agreement, glanced at it to make sure I'd signed correctly, then stood up.
Then he said, "Fine. When I have time, I'll take you to finalize the divorce."
After saying that, Julian walked away without looking back.
He never wasted words on me.
Once his figure disappeared, I took out my phone and booked a flight south for five days later.
Once we got the divorce certificate, we'd be completely separated, never to bother each other again.
Five years ago, at Wyatt's company Christmas party, I fell in love with Julian, whom he had personally cultivated.
The next day, Julian got my WhatsApp through Wyatt.
Within half a year, we were smoothly married.
I thought it was a perfectly matched, happy marriage.
Later, Natalia posted photos of her wedding online.
That day, Julian got very drunk.
I was worried he felt sick, so I ended the remaining events early and brought him back to our room.
But I never expected that as soon as I helped him onto the bed, he shoved me away hard.
I crashed heavily into the table behind me.
The vase on the table wobbled, then rolled off and shattered beside me.
My heart jumped, and I didn't dare move.
Julian, who was usually so gentle, looked at me with bloodshot eyes.
He roared, "Isabella, I hate you!" Isabella Roberts is my name.
After a pause, Julian continued, "If you hadn't liked me, if I hadn't been forced to listen to your father just to escape my situation, how would I have been forced to marry you and watch Natalia marry someone else?"
Julian's gaze was as cold as if he were looking at an enemy.
So all the sweet romance I thought we had was fake.
I took a deep breath but felt suffocated, unable to catch my breath.
We stared at each other for a long time, and his look scared me into tears.
Julian sneered, then stood up unsteadily and threw the towel I'd used to wipe his face at me.
He said, "Who cares? I want to divorce you and go find Natalia."
Julian's eyes were unfocused, his cheeks flushed red—he was obviously very drunk.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such things.
My voice trembling with tears, I said, "You're drunk. Let's talk about this when you sober up."
Julian ignored me and stumbled out of the room.
I was stunned, then sat on the floor and cried my heart out.
After crying myself exhausted, I went back to bed and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day and opened the door, Julian and I locked eyes. Then, with perfect understanding, we both turned our heads away.
He didn't mention divorce again, and I pretended he'd never said it.
I pushed down the unease in my heart, thinking, "It's okay. Natalia is already married. Someday I'll be able to win Julian's heart."

Natalia's husband had been abusing her.
Starting three months ago, Julian helped Natalia gather evidence and eventually got her husband sent to prison.
Later, when Julian saw Natalia covered in bruises and limping as she walked, he immediately arranged housing for her nearby.
Now, he's brought Natalia back to our home and says he wants to marry her.
When Julian brought Natalia to my room, I was inside packing my things.
Back then, Wyatt was worried I wouldn't be well taken care of at Julian's house, so he gave me a lot of money along with many wedding gifts.
Even though Julian refused to share a room with me, I still used that money to decorate the room according to his preferences, hoping for the day we could live together.
Now, I need to liquidate all these decorations and valuables to pay for Wyatt's legal fees.
Julian said coldly and firmly, "This room will be Natalia's from now on."
This room had the best natural light and its own private balcony.
Natalia stood behind him, looking toward the balcony with excitement in her eyes.
This was the first time I ever refused Julian.
I said, "I don't agree. There's another guest room downstairs. Why can't she stay there?"
Julian's expression darkened.
He said, "Because Natalia likes it here. She's not well and needs to recover somewhere with plenty of sunlight. Besides, the room's decor perfectly suits her taste."
Looking at the rich oil painting-style decorations throughout the room, I said nothing.
Natalia wore a pink dress and smiled at me, looking just like a girl from an oil painting.
So that was the truth.
Seeing me staring at Natalia, Julian blocked my view with his body.
He said, "I'm not asking for your opinion. Have your things moved out by 3 PM."
Then Julian's tone softened slightly.
He said, "Just be good, okay?"
I lowered my head and said, "Okay."
Since my family went bankrupt, I'd lost my biggest source of support.
Julian no longer needed to consider my feelings or pretend we were a loving couple.
Before 2 PM, I had moved my luggage to the guest room downstairs.
This guest room had no balcony. With trees blocking the windows, I had to keep the lights on even during the day.
Afterward, I took out all the expensive jewelry Julian had given me over the years, planning to sell them.
Chloe Gray, the jewelry store owner, knew me. When she saw me, she smiled and welcomed me into the back room.
I laid out all the jewelry pieces in front of her, one by one.
The first was the black pearl necklace Julian gave me when he confessed his feelings.
Back then, he had just gained Wyatt's trust and spent all his savings to buy it.
The second was the blue diamond ring he placed on my finger with tears in his eyes at our wedding.
He had just been promoted by Wyatt then and had someone buy it from downtown.
The third was his apology gift after his last drunken episode—a pair of deer-shaped earrings.
I loved those earrings because he once said I was as lively and cute as a little deer, like a little sprite.
Watching me take out each piece of jewelry, Chloe straightened up.
She asked, "Aren't these all gifts Mr. Ortiz gave you? They're all quite valuable now and hard to find. Are you sure you want to sell them?"
I nodded and said, "Yes."
Chloe carefully examined each piece. After confirming their authenticity, she transferred the money to my account.
I didn't haggle and left the jewelry store as soon as I received the payment.
As I walked out, I saw Julian holding Natalia's hand as they browsed the shops.
Julian bent down to listen to Natalia whisper in his ear, the two of them standing very close.
He asked Natalia, "Do you like this bracelet?"
Natalia smiled and nodded, "It's beautiful."
Julian immediately had the clerk wrap up the bracelet.
When he looked up, our eyes met, and surprise flashed across his face.
Then he instinctively looked at my hands.
The blue diamond ring I always wore was gone.
Julian immediately walked over and grabbed my wrist, asking, "Where's the ring?"
I looked at him quietly and lied for the first time.
I said, "I put it away when I was packing."
Julian clearly didn't believe me and gripped my hand tighter, causing me pain and making me struggle.
Natalia hurried over in panic and tugged at Julian's sleeve.
She said softly, "Julian."
As if suddenly snapping back to reality, Julian released my hand.
Then he said quietly, "I'm sorry."
Chloe watched this scene with disbelief.
Feeling humiliated, I lowered my head and quickly left.

The day before I was set to leave, Luna called asking me to handle Julian and Natalia's wedding arrangements.
I had other unfinished business to deal with, so I declined outright.
However, Luna, who usually appeared gentle, instantly flew into a rage.
She screamed at me: "Your family is bankrupt now, and you can't even bear children. What gives you the right to stop my son from remarrying?"
I didn't argue with her, instead responding calmly: "He can remarry. I'm just busy lately and don't have time to deal with wedding arrangements."
Julian never asked for my opinion before deciding to divorce me and marry someone else. Why should I help them prepare their wedding?
Not wanting to hear Luna speak anymore, I hung up directly.
When I returned home, I encountered Julian again in the front yard.
He was wearing light gray casual clothes, chatting with Natalia, his face full of relaxed smiles.
He laughed while pouring coffee for Natalia.
Natalia wore a pair of exquisite pearl earrings that sparkled in the sunlight.
The flowers in the yard swayed gently in the breeze. Against the backdrop of the blooms, their gazes appeared particularly intimate.
Julian had left the Wyatt company the second year after our marriage to start his own business.
All these years, he'd been busy—so busy that he never had a proper conversation with me, let alone spent time with me in the yard enjoying the sunshine.
I froze for a moment, then immediately turned around and fled back to my room like I was escaping.
The intimate image of the two of them kept flashing before my eyes.
I shook my head desperately, trying to dispel these scenes.
That fondness I had for Julian at the Christmas party years ago had trapped me until now.
Only today did I finally understand—he had never loved me. His heart had always belonged only to Natalia.
I ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, forcing myself to stay alert.
After calming down, I began systematically checking the wedding gifts Wyatt had originally given me.
However, after counting repeatedly, I found one item was still missing.
I took out the list Wyatt had originally given me and compared it item by item, finally discovering the missing piece was a pair of pearl earrings.
I had seen those earrings on Natalia's ears.
I immediately rushed into Natalia's room.
She had just returned, holding a diamond tiara in her hands, the smile still lingering at the corners of her mouth.
Natalia and Julian's wedding was in three days.
I had assumed Julian had prepared everything long ago. I never imagined he would simply take my tiara for Natalia.
I angrily snatched the tiara from her hands.
Then I saw the pearl earrings on Natalia's ears. I pinned her against the table with one hand while reaching for her earrings with the other.
Natalia's ear was injured because I used too much force.
She cried from the pain, saying: "Let me go first. If you want the earrings, I'll take them off myself."
I clutched the earrings and tiara to my chest, staring at her coldly.
Natalia straightened up awkwardly, looking completely wronged.
She said: "If you wanted them, you could have just asked me. Why did you have to treat me like this?"
I snorted coldly and said: "You stole my things, and you still expect me to be nice to you? Dream on!"
Natalia looked at me with innocent wide eyes, saying pitifully: "I didn't steal anything."
Just then, I heard footsteps behind me.
Julian suddenly pushed me aside and rushed forward to embrace Natalia.
I crashed into the wall, my grip loosened, and the tiara rolled to the floor with a crack appearing in the center diamond.
Julian stared at me, his eyes full of disgust.
He said: "It's just a tiara. I'm the one who gave it to her to wear. Now you'd rather break it than let Natalia wear it? Your family is already bankrupt. If you keep making trouble, I'll throw you out."
Natalia cried heavily in his arms. When she looked at the tiara on the floor, she frowned with obvious disdain.
Julian held her close, comforting her.
He said: "Don't cry. I'll have someone make a new one right away. We'll definitely have it ready for the wedding."
I wiped away my tears, then coldly bent down to pick up my tiara and earrings again.
My heart felt torn in half, with pain spreading through my limbs.
I just needed to wait a few more days.
Once I got the divorce papers, once the plane took off, I could leave this place.

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