I took everything that belonged to me and left
what I thought was my home.
I returned to my pre-marriage apartment.
Although it wasn’t as big as his mansion, it
made me feel at peace.
I met with a lawyer to discuss the details of
the divorce. She was very professional and
offered me several strategies to ensure a
smooth process.
After resting for two days, Dubois’s call woke
me up on the third day at noon.
“Where the hell are you? Are you trying to
play games with me?”
“Get your ass back here now. I already
bought you a gift.”
His tone was the usual, demanding, always
blaming me.
He never considered my feelings, never tried
to put himself in my shoes.
We were supposed to be a team, but he
didn’t see me, and he didn’t have me in his
heart.
Once, I fainted at work from exhaustion, while
Seraphina’s stray cat had coughed up a
furball. He was worried and scared and went
to Seraphina, passing by me lying on the
ground and driving 250 miles to find her.
Even colleagues with whom I wasn’t very
close were concerned about me, calling an
ambulance and taking me to the hospital.
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Even colleagues in this kind of relationship
were willing to save me, paying my fees and
communicating with the doctor.
And my husband wouldn’t even take me to
the hospital when he passed by me.
Not even a word of greeting.
Of course I had emotions, and I asked him if
he had me in his heart.
And his reaction was the same as before,
angrily questioning me.
“Are you making a fuss over something so
trivial? Didn’t the money from the work injury
already get deposited into your account? If
you don’t want to live with it, just get a
“”
divorce.”
He always threatened me with divorce, and I
didn’t dare to argue again.
I used to love him to the bone, and I couldn’t
lose him.
But his interactions with Seraphina still
popped into my mind, etched into my brain.
In order to keep Dubois from divorcing me, I
could only deceive myself.
Every night I told myself that what he said
was true, that he and Seraphina were just
good friends, that they were innocent, that he
loved me.
In this way, I lived in the lies I had woven.
He was still high above, bossing me around,
and I was just a stupid, ignorant simp.
But now, I don’t want to deceive myself
anymore.
I met up with my colleagues for dinner after
work, and we all headed to the restaurant
together.
Just as I stepped out of the elevator with my
colleagues, I saw Dubois standing in the
lobby.
Under the chandelier, he looked particularly
sophisticated in a tailored suit, his cold eyes
staring straight at me.
If it had been before, I would have been
overjoyed. Having such a rich and handsome
husband was a blessing in my life.
But now, my heart didn’t react much. Instead,
I could see other meanings in the picture.
His piercing gaze was full of indifference, as
if I owed him eight million dollars.
Cold and ruthless.
I realized that he had always looked at me like
this, but I had been blinded by love and
selectively ignored it.
But now, I could see it.
I quickened my pace, quickly pulling my
