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Jessica’s smile was polite, but the hostility in her eyes was crystal clear.
I didn’t understand why she hated me so much, but in less than a month, I’d be divorcing Luke and leaving the country.
I ignored her glare, took Luke from her hands, and gave her the cold shoulder.
I said, “Thanks, it’s inappropriate for a single lady to be out so late. You should head home too.”
Jessica seemed unwilling to leave without getting in one last jab.
She said, “You can’t even have children, so make sure you watch your husband. Don’t blame me when things go wrong.”
I closed the door and tossed Luke onto the sofa.
His voice was weak and intermittent as he muttered, “Amy, I’m drunk. I feel terrible.”
I didn’t bother with him.
Luke had a bad drinking habit. Whenever he was either in a good mood or a bad mood, he’d go out and drink himself into a stupor.
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He had never thought about changing this habit, and before we were married, he had relied on his mother, and after marriage, he relied on me.
Three years ago, it was the same thing. On a night like this, he had been brought home by his friends.
I took care of him diligently, bathing him and making soup for him. In return, he hit and scolded me.
He snapped, “Why did I marry you, you ugly freak?
“You’re nothing compared to Jessica. How can you expect me to care about you? No chance!”
He pulled out his belt, venting all his pent–up frustrations on me. He knocked over the bowl and left my body bruised.
He couldn’t hold his liquor, and his temper only worsened after drinking. He’d blackout completely.
I cried the entire night while taking care of him until he fell asleep. But when he woke up, he had forgotten everything he’d done to me.
He said, “Honey, I didn’t know. I was drunk. I promise I won’t hit you again, okay?”
I believed him.
But even when he wasn’t hitting me, he would still throw drunken tantrums, yelling at me as if everything going wrong in
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“Amy, why aren’t you here to take care of me?” he grued as if
1 had wronged him in some way.
stood a few steps away from him.
said indifferently, “Jessica can’t handle you. If you CAR OVERE back on your own, it means you’re still standing. There’s soup ses the table, help yourself.”
He snapped. “Why are you so stubborn? How long are you going to hold a grudge over Jessica?
“You heartless shrew, I already explained it to you.
I ignored him and returned to my room to continue preparing
Jocuments for leaving the country.
Luke kept whining, asking for my attention one moment and insulting me the next.
acted as though I couldn’t hear him.
wasn’t his maid. I still had my own life.
The next morning, still hungover, Luke packed his things, shot me a glare, and slammed the door on his way out
He said, “I’m on a business trip. You have a few days to think, about what a wife is supposed to be like.”
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So, he could pack his luggage after all.
I hummed in response and went off to work.
A week went by without a word from Luke. He was adamant about freezing me out.
Meanwhile, Jessica’s posts were full of life.
Starting from the day Luke “went on a business trip“, she updated her travel photos like clockwork.
In every set of pictures, Luke appeared.
Her captions were as suggestive as ever.
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[The important thing is not the scenery, but the person you see it with.]
[After all the twists and turns, the right person finally walked into my life.]
They made quite a sweet couple.
I took screenshots of all these posts, keeping them as evidence of his infidelity.
Thankfully, with Luke out of the picture, I had the peace of mind to prepare my documents for leaving the country.
Jessica’s flaunting was practically a gift to me, providing the perfect leverage for my divorce.
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A week later, Luke returned home.
The first thing he did was nervously ask me, “Amy, I’ve been gone so many days, and you didn’t ask where I went or if I missed you.
“How did you change like this?”
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I looked at him, feeling a bit bewildered by his anxious. expression. If I didn’t know any better, I might think he was off on a vacation with someone else, not Jessica.
Freshly out of her arms, he came to me.
His mother taught him well, making him think that the world should revolve around him.
“What about me? You used to tell me not to bother you when you were on business trips, so I listened and didn’t disturb you,” I said.
Luke was speechless. After a long pause, he finally replied, “Alright. I promise I won’t contact Jessica again, okay?
“This weekend, I’ll invite some friends over for dinner. Cook for them and show them even though you can’t have children, you have other qualities. How about it?”
I smirked. “You don’t need to go through the trouble because
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I’m going on a business trip this week.”
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His friends never liked me, always thinking Jessica was a better match for him. They had mocked me both openly and covertly.
Cooking for them would not change their opinions of me.
Moreover, their gatherings were always filled with heavy drinking and meats. I would be the one to clean up.
I had no reason to please people who would soon become my ex–husband’s friends.
Luke frowned, unable to believe that such a good proposal had been rejected.
He said, “You don’t know how to appreciate a favor.
“Is work more important than me?”
I heard him say these words, ones I had often said in the past, and I couldn’t help but feel a touch of irony.
“Sorry, maybe next time,” I said.
I thought that would be the end of it, but when I arrived home on the weekend, dragging my luggage and feeling exhausted, I was greeted by a loud noise.
“Kiss her!” Cheered Luke’s friends.
They were surrounding Luke and Jessica.
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Lake and Jessica embraced each other. They were getting closer and closer when a child sitting nearby suddenly pointed at me,
He asked, “Daddy, who’s that lady?”
Lake quickly pulled away from Jessien.
He asked awkwardly, “Amy, you’re back.”
Without batting an eye, I closed the door and went downstairs, as though the house behind me wasn’t even mine anymore.
Luke opened the door and chased after me.
He didn’t care whether the neighbors heard. He shouted, “It’s not like that, Amy. Let me explain. You misunderstood.
“Amy, where are you going? Please come back.”
I flagged down a taxi by the side of the road and asked the driver to take me to the airport.
In truth, my visa had already been processed, and I had planned to leave for abroad tonight.
I wanted to leave quietly and calmly, officially part ways with Luke. That was why I had returned home.
But now, it didn’t seem necessary to set aside time for a conversation with him.
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After all, that home had long been taken over by someone else.
I sat in the taxi and sent the electronic version of the divorce
agreement to Luke.
My colleague, Jake Grant, who was also on this business trip, called me for a conference call to confirm my flight details and work arrangements.
After hanging up, I saw several missed calls from Luke.
I put my phone on silent. Aside from the signed divorce agreement, nothing else mattered.
At the airport, I met up with Jake. Just as we were about to go through security, someone grabbed my suitcase.
I turned around to see Luke, panting heavily.
His eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse as he said, “Amy, I’ve already sent them all away. Please come home with me, alright?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I took the paper version of the divorce agreement from my bag.
I asked, “Did you read the agreement I sent you?
“If it’s convenient, you can just sign this one instead.”
