Chapter 2

Neil returned shortly after receiving my call.

He was tall and handsome, with long legs. Today, he wore a suit and had his hair neatly styled, looking as good as ever.

I fell in love with his face back then, which was why I pursued him relentlessly.

He didn't care about what I had said on the phone.

I walked up to him and calmly said, "Let's get a divorce."

He just frowned at me. "What's wrong with you again?"

"Can't you just clean the house instead of causing trouble?"

He was impatient, thinking the house was too messy and wanting me to tidy it up.

I stood still and said flatly, "I've thought it through. I don't want to be with you anymore. Let's get a divorce."

I repeated myself until he finally looked at me seriously. "Enough."

"I provide for you every day, and you can't even keep the house clean. You always cause trouble."

"I don't have time for your antics. Don't start anything with me."

He still thought I was throwing a tantrum.

Little did he know that with each word he spoke, I felt more despondent.

"I'm serious about the divorce. I'm not joking. I'll have a lawyer prepare the divorce papers. Think about it and let me know if you have any demands."

I looked at him.

He showed impatience. "If we get divorced, you'll have nothing. Are you sure you're hiring a lawyer?"

Saying this, he tried to walk past me, but I stepped forward to block him and said seriously, "You don't need to worry about what I'll have after the divorce. Just agree."

"And these years, I've taken care of you and quit my job to stay at home. According to the law, I'm entitled to half of marital property and you have to pay alimony..."

He instantly became furious and shouted, "Wish thinking! Now get out of my way!"

Pushing me aside, he turned back with a contemptuous look and added, "Do you even realize how long you chased after me? And you say divorce now? Can you really bear it? If we get divorced, don't come begging me later."

My body stiffened.

During our worst fights before, I mentioned divorce.

He agreed immediately and drove me straight to the courthouse.

I didn't expect him to be so heartless and cried without getting out of the car.

After begging him for a long time, he found it embarrassing and took me back home. That was how it ended.

Since then, I dared not mention divorce lightly.

I knew he truly didn't care about me. My threats only hurt myself.

But this time, I truly wanted a divorce.

Every minute we spent entangled felt like it was choking me, making it hard to breathe.

The suffocating pain spread through my heart.

"You always said I was fat and ugly and didn't want to see me," I slowly began.

"If that's the case, let's get a divorce."

His expression turned unnatural. "You heard that?"

"Yes!"

Seeing my determination, he tried to argue, "You aren't no longer good-looking, and now you're sloppy. How can I find you attractive?"

"Do you think it's wrong for me to call you fat?"

"Look in the mirror! You should lose weight."

He didn't mention why I ended up in the hospital. He only criticized my appearance for not meeting his standards.

Though I had grown used to his insults over the years, they still hurt.

Suddenly, I couldn't understand how I had endured him all this time.

He treated my request for a divorce as a joke.

With an indifferent attitude, he left the house.