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A Broken Marriage Can Never Be Mended!
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Before my grandmother passed away, her only wish was to see my husband. I knelt in front of her sickbed and cried, calling Chris 18 times. But he didn't answer any of them. That night, after my grandmother died, I managed to take care of the funeral arrangements at the hospital. Then I saw Chris's Instagram. He was celebrating his ex-girlfriend's birthday, and the caption said, [As long as you're happy, everything is perfect.] After leaving the crematorium, I printed the divorce agreement. "Chris, let's get a divorce."
Chapters (5)
第1章
Before my grandmother passed away, her only wish was to see my husband.
I knelt in front of her sickbed and cried, calling Chris 18 times.
But he didn't answer any of them.
That night, after my grandmother died, I managed to take care of the funeral arrangements at the hospital. Then I saw Chris's Instagram.
He was celebrating his ex-girlfriend's birthday, and the caption said,
[As long as you're happy, everything is perfect.]
After leaving the crematorium, I printed the divorce agreement.
"Chris, let's get a divorce."
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When Chris saw the divorce agreement on my desk, his first reaction was,
"Have you caused enough trouble?"
He just came back from outside, with a bit of alcohol on him, and wearing the same outfit as yesterday.
Chris had a cleanliness obsession, and there was only one person, who could make him willingly wear dirty clothes from the day before yesterday.
His first love, Sophia.
Looking at him, I remembered the moments I saw on Instagram last night.
When my grandmother was critically ill and only wanted to see her grandson-in-law, he was celebrating Sophia's birthday.
"Yes, I've had enough. So, Chris, I'm serious this time. Let's get a divorce."
I picked up the divorce agreement and handed it to him. "I set you free to be with Sophia."
He looked at me incredulously and laughed angrily, "You're really something, Anita. You stop making a scene but threaten me with a divorce, huh?"
He snatched the divorce agreement and held it tightly, scolding me, "When can you be mature? I was just celebrating a friend's birthday, and you won't stop making a fuss."
I couldn't help but ask him, "Am I the one causing trouble? Last night, my grandmother..."
But before I finished speaking, I was interrupted, "Not everything has to be about your grandma. Anita, how many times have you used her health as an excuse in the past three months?"
He pointed at my nose and scolded me, "Just because your grandma is sick, do I have to stay by the sickbed all the time and have no life of my own?"
He scolded me, making my eyes turn red, and I questioned him, "Chris, are you serious? Since my grandma got sick until now, you haven't visited her more than five times!"
Three months ago, my grandma fell. She was old, and her chronic illnesses had recurred. So she had been staying in the hospital during this time, relying on machines almost every day to sustain her life.
"And a few days ago, the doctor issued a critical condition notice. Did you come to take a look? I called you 18 times last night..."
He was hurt by my words and had an ugly expression. "You know what? Because of your calls, my friends take turns mocking me, saying that I'm henpecked and don't even have the freedom to go out!"
He threw the divorce agreement in my face. "Anita, don't forget how you married me in the first place. You used your grandma to blackmail me and forced me to marry you! Are you gonna use her to blackmail me for a lifetime?"
第2章
The paper brushed against my face, leaving a bloodstain. My face was in pain, but my heart was numb.
It turned out that our marriage, to him, was a moral coercion.
We grew up together like childhood sweethearts in the conventional sense.
The relationship between the White and Smith families was good, and we lived close to each other. Since our parents were busy with work, both Chris and I were mostly raised by my grandmother.
Since I was little, I had liked Chris. I would always invite him to join me, whenever I had something good to eat or play. Even the elders liked to joke about it.
"Do you really like Chris that much? How about you marrying him when you grow up?"
At that time, Chris also said, "She is so silly. If she doesn't marry me, who will like her?"
He once held my hand and said that when he grew up, he would marry me.
When I was 14 years old, my parents died in a car accident. I cried so hard at the funeral that I almost passed out.
Chris hugged me and said seriously,
"Anita, don't be afraid. I will protect you from now on."
The 16-year-old boy, with sincerity in his eyes, said, "I'll be there for you forever."
But that sentence, only I took it seriously.
From the age of 15 to 25, ten years,
I followed behind Chris, giving my all without any regrets.
During high school, he got into fights with people. Without hesitation, I stood in front of him to protect him. As a result, I broke a rib, which affected my performance on the SAT.
But when the elders asked about it, I didn't mention him at all. I only said, "I stood up to protect someone."
At that time, he laughed at me and asked, 'Do you love your brother so much?'
Blushing with shyness, I replied in a voice softly, "Yes, I do."
But Chris didn't hear it.
We went to different cities for college. He was the pride of a prestigious institution, while I barely made it into a common university.
I envied him and went to his school, only to see him kissing a tall and beautiful girl.
That girl was Sophia,
his first love.
In the following three years, I witnessed their joys and sorrows.
He caused trouble, and I took the blame; he made a scene, and I covered it up for him.
When he was in trouble, I was never absent; when he was perfectly good, Sophia appeared.
Until Sophia went abroad.
It was said that because their families disagreed with them being together. Sophia tearfully left the airport and broke up with him without looking back.
Chris got drunk, and I brought him home, but he pressed me down on the sofa.
That night, he called Sophia countless times. I curled up in pain, but he took me again.
When he sobered up, his eyes were red.
"Anita, I'm sorry."
He said, "I drank too much."
I hid my feelings, and forced myself to say, "It's okay. After all, we're both adults now."
第3章
But he always drank too much.
Chris naturally thought that I should pay for him.
When he was unhappy, he came to me. When he needed someone to sleep with, he came to me.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that I was just a plaything for him, available at his beck and call.
He would have fun with me, but would never take me home.
Until our relationship was discovered by my grandmother.
She thought we were in love, so she mentioned it to the Smith family, and they pressured him to marry me.
Chris' parents liked me a lot. After my parents passed away, they were even more responsible for taking care of me.
Knowing that we were living together, they were overjoyed and directly stated, "If you let Anita down, you won't be our son anymore!"
Under the pressure from both sides' elders, Chris didn't bow down, but I ended up in the hospital with a stomach bleeding for his new project.
Lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, Chris came to see me and asked, "Anita, do you really want to marry me?"
At that time, I was scared and stumbled as I waved my hand, "No, I don't want to. Please don't misunderstand me. I just want to help you..."
But before I could finish my words, he pressed me onto the bed.
After looking at me for a while and seeing my shy face, he lowered his head and kissed me.
He was dominant and overbearing. When I was about to suffocate, he finally let go of me and said, "Alright, let's get married then."
We got married and had a grand wedding.
That period of time was the happiest for me.
We were always together, and the tenderness and thoughtfulness he had once given to others finally fell on me.
I thought we would always be like this.
Until last autumn, Sophia returned to China.
第4章
That night, Chris didn't come back all night.
The next day, he had a strange smell on him.
He told me at that time that he was accompanying a client and slept directly in the hotel.
At first, I believed it.
But when Sophia arrogantly joined Smith Group, took away the project in my hands, and challenged me.
I realized that the so-called client was Sophia.
After she returned, Chris arranged everything for her, including food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. he even arranged her to work in our company.
I had always known that Sophia was the one in his heart.
During my college years, I witnessed how many times he lost his mind for Sophia.
But I deceived myself that was only his past. At least, we were husband and wife at this point.
Sophia's appearance violently shattered all of this.
Chris said they were just friends, but they crossed the line beyond friendship.
We had countless arguments, but we made up after I lowered my head first.
When my grandmother got sick, I panicked, and Chris turned around to comfort me.
"Anita, don't be afraid. I'm here with you. Let's hope the best for your grandma."
I believed what he said.
But he broke his promise once again.
Ten years from the age of 15 to 25,
18 missed calls from 11 p.m. to dawn.
I gave up.
"Chris, I won't be selfish to hold onto you anymore. From now on, we're just strangers."
I picked up the divorce agreement and handed it to him along with the pen, my voice hoarse, "Sign it. We'll get divorced."
But Chris didn't answer.
He looked at me and pointed at my nose, "Anita, you know that your grandma is still sick, I can't divorce you. Stop acting."
Chris looked at me with disdain in his eyes. "Cut the crap. I'm going to the hospital to see Grandma."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
The door was closed from the outside, and I slowly squatted on the ground, from silent tears to loud sobs.
My grandmother...
She was already dead...
第5章
I cried for a long time, and when my body was numb, I slowly stood up.
Chris left, and the house was terrifyingly quiet and empty.
I packed my luggage and looked at the decoration of the house. My eyes turned red again.
This house was gradually decorated by me, just like every step I loved Chris over the years.
But at this time, I didn't want this house anymore.
I didn't want Chris anymore.
I cried until I was numb, dragging my suitcase and went to the crematorium.
My grandmother was the only family I had in this world. I had to let her leave with dignity.
The staff helped me set up the memorial hall and asked me, "Miss, do you need to notify other relatives and friends?"
I looked dazed and hesitated a bit.
After Chris took over the company last year, his parents went abroad for recuperation. His father's poor health made it unfavorable for him to travel long distances.
But the death of my grandmother still needed to be informed.
I made up my mind and was about to call my parents-in-law when my phone lit up.
It was a call from Chris.
I bit my lip and answered the call.
"Anita, are you crazy? Just to take revenge on me, you actually changed the ward for your grandmother?"
He questioned without waiting for me to speak, and kept scolding me, "Do you even know that your grandmother's condition is too severe to move? Are you trying to kill her?"
I held the memorial tablet and felt my vision darken. I said angrily, "Chris, where were you when she wanted to see you?"
At this time, he acted as if he really cared, but he even didn't show up from beginning to end.
He made my grandmother unable to rest in peace last night!
Chris choked and frowned, "Even if you're mad at me, don't joke about your grandma's health. At this critical moment, I won't argue with you. Where is she? I'll go find her!"
I held the portrait tightly and bit my lip, trembling as I spoke, "Chris, I'm at the crematorium."
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