1

The call was ruthlessly hung up by Clara Smith.

I stared at the villa that I had considered my home for seven years, feeling mixed emotions. Although I had paid for it in full before marriage, I just felt sick and wanted to escape.

I decided to move out and sell the villa.

As I was packing my luggage, the door suddenly opened and Clara Smith walked in, with Julian by her side.

"Ethan, where are your slippers?" Clara Smith ordered.

"Julian is afraid of the cold, go get a pair of slippers." She always bosses me around.

Julian had a smug smile on his face, looking at me provocatively, but his tone was deliberately gentle: "Brother Xiaonian, thank you for your help."

I put the design draft into the suitcase silently, without saying a word, and without even looking at them. Because seeing them, I felt a strong physical discomfort and almost vomited.

"Are you deaf?" Seeing that I was indifferent, Clara Smith took off her high heels and threw them at me.

I dodged nimbly, just looked at her coldly and remained silent.

Clara Smith finally noticed the suitcase, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I've already said it on the phone, divorce." I responded calmly, without any emotion.

Although I once loved her deeply, when disappointments continued to accumulate, love would eventually disappear at some point.

"Brother Xiaonian, are you angry because of me?" Julian asked in a wronged tone.

" But Brother Xiaonian, I told you a long time ago that I don't like women . Clara Smith and I are good sisters." He continued in a coquettish voice, "Brother Xiaonian, I apologize to you. Please don't be angry. I will try not to look for Clara Smith in the future."

"Julian, what did you do wrong?" Clara Smith immediately defended him.

"It's obviously Ethan's own petty jealousy, it has nothing to do with you!" She glared at me, "And he got mad at me just because I didn't want to give birth to his child!"

Clara Smith stared at me with hatred in her eyes: " Ethan , if I knew you would be like this, I would not have agreed to marry you!"

" It's not too late to leave now." I zipped up the suitcase, checked the drawing equipment, and walked out the door. "I will list the villa with an agency, so you should hurry up and move out."

"You want to sell our home?" Clara Smith suddenly screamed and grabbed me. "Ethan, I just don't want to have children for you. Do you want to divorce me? We agreed that you wouldn't force me to have children, but today there are so many people at the dinner, and you brought it up again. I just said a few words to you in public, and you want to divorce me?"

"Don't touch me, you're dirty." I shook her hand off.