4

The first person to like the post was Linda's smurf, and she immediately posted a post with the signature "It is important for people to know themselves", like a victorious rooster, eager to announce her victory. Not long after, my phone rang, and I saw it was Francis calling, so I hung up without hesitation.

I thought he would continue to call me, but I waited for more than half an hour and didn't receive any calls from him. I pulled the corner of my mouth in self-mockery: "What are you thinking, Joyce ? Tonight is the wedding night with his first love that he has longed for for many years. Do you still expect him to abandon his love and come back to you?"

Putting aside the last expectation in my heart, I started to pack my luggage. I threw away the couple cups, cut up the tie I gave him, and put all the jewelry that I didn't buy myself into the safe... In the end, I only packed less than two suitcases of items.

It was just dawn, and I was standing at the door waiting for a car, but an unexpected guest arrived. Francis got out of the Maybach and angrily kicked over the suitcase next to me: "Joyce, are you crazy? That's my child, who allowed you to abort it without permission?"

" Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? She's my flesh and blood after all!" I was amused by his sudden strong sense of morality. I picked up my suitcase and prepared to leave, but he pinched my shoulder and forced me to look at him.

" The marriage certificate is really just a piece of paper. I've already said that you are still Mrs. Fu. You can have as much house, car, and money as you want. Why do you have to be so stubborn..."

With a "slap", I slapped him so hard that his head turned away. "You're still lying to me at this time? Why, do you have to wait until your child with Linda is born before you admit that you had an affair with her?"

Francis' pupils trembled, and he murmured subconsciously: "I, I, I didn't..." I glared at him with contempt: "What a coward who dares to do it but not to admit it!"

After that, I pushed my suitcase out. This time, Francis did not stop me, but angrily shouted behind me: "If you leave me, you will never be a rich wife in your life!"

"Who cares! I'm not a gold digger!" I responded without turning my head.