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In the evening, after his streaming session, Hudson Johnson came back.
Seeing Stella and me eating, he went to the kitchen as usual but didn’t find the soup I used to make for him.
“Avery, where’s my soup?”
Without looking up, I gave Stella a piece of meat and told her to eat quickly.
Seeing my indifference, Hudson Johnson’s face darkened, “Avery, you know my stomach isn’t good!”
Hearing this, I paused, showing a bit of sarcasm.
Yes, I know he has a sensitive stomach, and with his streaming job, he can’t eat on time, so for seven years, I’ve made him a pot of nourishing soup every day.
But what did he do?
He gave my carefully prepared soup to Scarlett Lee, saying next time not to make it so salty because she doesn’t like it.
“So what?”
I lifted my eyelids and said calmly, “If your stomach isn’t good, take care of it. If you want soup, cook it yourself. I’m not your nanny.”
After speaking, I began cleaning up the dishes, heading to the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, as I passed Hudson Johnson, he grabbed my wrist, full of impatience.
“Avery, what do you really want? Even mischief should have its limits!”
I broke free from his grip,
“I want a divorce.”
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cold smile on my lips, and said calmly:
Hudson Johnson’s hand froze for a moment, a trace of panic on his face, but he quickly returned to normal, releasing me with a sneer:
“You’ve got some nerve now, daring to threaten me with divorce. Divorce, are you sure?”
“Avery, do you really think you’re still young? You have a 5–year–old child, who would want you after divorcing me?”
So, this is his reason for cheating?
He figured I, having married and had a child, couldn’t remarry and could only depend on him.
It’s absurd.
I gave Hudson Johnson a deep look, then took Stella and turned to leave.
Perhaps angered by me, Hudson Johnson didn’t come home for a week.
This has always been his method after I upset him, using silent treatment to force me to comply.
In the past, I would’ve been tormented, unable to sleep, calling to apologize tirelessly, sending gifts in his streaming room, humbly begging forgiveness.
But now, I’m busy moving into a new home, buying furniture, indifferent to whether he comes home or not. After all, I can’t still live in his hou after divorcing him.
At the furniture store.
feeling the texture of a sofa when a familiar female voice reached my ears.
“Oh, I’m so grateful to Brother Johnson for being here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“What is everyone saying? What new couple buying furniture? I haven’t even confessed to Brother Johnson yet. Stop it, everyone, Scarlett’s shy~”
It’s a small world.
