Just after I finished reading the divorce agreement, Chloe called me. This was the first time in all the years of marriage that this happened.
Her tone was sharp and mixed with disdain: "What are you making a fuss about? Leo made an unintentional mistake, why do you have to hold on to it?"
"You are a man in his thirties. Do you have to bully a younger person?"
"Hurry up and apologize to Leo, otherwise..."
Otherwise, Chloe will treat me coldly.
It will cut off my household income.
He would even kick me out of the house late at night when it was raining heavily.
I have experienced all these things.
The previous tolerance and compromise were due to the persistence of love.
But the moment she cheated on me and allowed her gigolo to provoke me.
All the love and past disappeared.
I slowly said: " Chloe , let's get a divorce. I also think you two are more suitable for each other."
Chloe paused for three seconds, then sneered: "Divorce, are you qualified to ask for a divorce from me?"
"Look in the mirror. Who would want a useless gigolo like you?"
"If you still have any shame, come over here and apologize to Leo!"
I didn't want to argue, so I hung up the phone.
I don’t have any face left.
She trampled on my dignity wantonly just to please her lover.
This has made me, the original wife, a complete joke.
I remember when we got married, we were short of money, had no banquet, and no wedding dress.
The wedding photos I didn't take became a regret that I couldn't let go of. She kept saying that she wanted to make up for it, but she didn't expect to make up for it with another man.
After ten years of marriage, she started from scratch.
This is the white moonlight that I have loved since high school.
Now it has become the most painful wound in my heart.
I suppressed my bitterness and contacted a lawyer to discuss the division of property.
Halfway through the call, Chloe came back.
"Who are you talking to on the phone? Why aren't you cooking?"
She took two steps closer and the strong smell of smoke hit her nose.
I frowned and distanced myself.
Chloe's face immediately darkened: "Why are you hiding? Are you guilty of being a thief?"
"Frank, which wild woman are you talking to?"
"Are you trying to get revenge on me, or are you just too lonely to bear it? I'm supporting you, and you're using my money to hook up with other women!"
After saying that, Chloe threw my phone to the ground. I picked it up, and there was a noticeable crack on the screen. Just like our marriage, it was shattered.
Chloe looked down at me and said, "Okay, I won't bother with you this time. Let's just consider it a draw. Go cook."
Chloe is always so hypocritical.
She can stay out all night with Leo, travel and drink.
But I am not allowed to say a word to the opposite sex.
In her eyes, no matter what conflicts we had, I was always wrong.
The one who bows his head and apologizes must be me.
But this time, I don’t want to bow my head, nor do I want to continue this humble and hopeless marriage.
Seeing me lying on the sofa unmoved, Chloe wanted to get angry. But after seeing the scar on my leg from saving her in the early years, she sighed slightly.
"Frank, that's enough."
"It's just a wedding photo. I've asked the store clerk to send a new one over. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
Just now, I contacted the manager of the photography shop.
The store manager told me that Chloe not only took the most expensive wedding photos with Leo.
I also took a set of large-scale private photos.
Leo kept saying that he wanted to record the good things, but what he recorded was the "good things" with other people's wives.
I turned to look at Chloe who was taking off her coat.
She is picky and detail-oriented.
So every morning I would iron her shirts neatly.
But today, her lipstick was smudged. Her shirt was also wrinkled.
It is conceivable that she must have had a "fierce battle" with Leo not long ago.
I suddenly felt nauseous and rushed to the toilet to vomit.
