I Left My CEO Husband, and He Went MadChapter 1

Everyone says Scott Kennedy, the young heir to one of California’s most influential families, married a fool.

Unfortunately, I’m the so-called fool they can’t stop talking about.

I never truly understood the meaning of "first love" until someone said, "Scott’s first love is the love of his life. And you? You’re just the fool he was forced to marry."

I couldn’t hold back. I broke down, bawling my eyes out and throwing myself onto the floor like a tantrum-throwing child.

Because, really, what else could I do?

I am a fool—or at least that’s all anyone seems to think. But even after all that, he still brought her back.

"You’re so pure and kind-hearted," he said, almost pleading as if he were asking for a favor. "Please, let her stay. Okay?"

Everyone calls me a fool, but even a fool like me knows one simple truth—my husband is supposed to belong to me.

If Scott starts falling for someone else, then… I don’t want him anymore.

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During dinner, Scott Kennedy kept serving plate after plate to his first love, Jessica Smith.

For the past month, this had become our routine—him lavishing attention on her while I remained on the sidelines. Despite witnessing it repeatedly, I couldn’t stop myself from admiring her. Jessica was breathtaking—sparkling eyes, flawless teeth, and jet-black hair that flowed like a waterfall.

Every smile, every slight frown, seemed to captivate everyone around her. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, Jessica noticed me staring.

She smiled warmly, her voice as light as a breeze. "Nadia, why aren’t you eating?"

Then Jessica looked at Scot, who was sitting beside me, and said, "Don’t worry about me, Scott. I’ll get something if I need it. You should take good care of Nadia. What if she doesn’t eat enough?"

Scott glanced over at Jessica and said, "It's fine, Jessica. She can’t handle spicy food. She’ll just stick to her small bowl."

Then he turned back to me, the same indulgent look on his face, and ruffled my hair like I was a child. "Nadia, is something wrong? Don’t you like today’s dishes?" Scott asked gently, his voice tinged with concern. "If you don’t eat well now, there won’t be any desserts tonight, okay?"