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Jack tore up the divorce agreement in front of me. With reddened eyes, he said, “Amelia, we’ve been together for so long. Can’t we talk things through?”
“You sent Olivia gifts on every Valentine’s Day we spent together,” I said, taking a deep breath.
I couldn’t understand. If he couldn’t forget someone else, why did he have to get involved with me?
Sweat beaded on Jack’s forehead. He reached out to touch me but grasped at air.
“That was just for Ethan to see. Every time Olivia received flowers, she would tell Ethan they were from his dad,” Jack explained.
“Enough,” I said bluntly. “Are you really doing it for Ethan to see, or are you using Ethan as an excuse?”
Jack tried to continue explaining, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t lie to his own heart.
“There’s another copy of the divorce agreement in the bedroom. Sign it and contact me anytime,” I said calmly.
I quietly went back to the bedroom to get the luggage I had already packed.
At the door, Jack blocked me with his hand. “Amelia, I don’t want a divorce.”
I looked at my watch. I really didn’t have time to argue with Jack anymore.
“Jack Anderson, if you have any conscience left, let’s just go our separate ways peacefully. You’re not reluctant to let me go, and you’re not reluctant to end this marriage. You just don’t want to waste the time and money you’ve spent on me.”
I hit the nail on the head.
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Jack let go of his hand, and I was able to catch my flight as I had hoped.
To be honest, I didn’t dare go back to my parents‘ home.
Initially, my parents were against me marrying Jack Anderson. I was determined to marry
him anyway.
Now their prediction had come true, and I deeply regretted it.
But my parents still told me, “If you’ve been wronged, come back. This will always be your home.”
After getting off the plane, I easily took a taxi back to the small town where I grew up.
My mom, who was cooking, saw me suddenly return home with a lot of luggage.
She understood me, so she didn’t say anything.
I hadn’t expected my cousin to be there too. She stared at my necklace with a troubled expression for a long time.
“Sis, the gold necklace on your neck is fake,” my cousin said.
My cousin sells jewelry, so she has a good eye for real gold and silver.
I laughed self–mockingly.
After years of love, I was only worthy of fake goods in Jack’s heart.
I took off the necklace and placed it in my cousin’s palm. “Can you tell me how much this
necklace is worth?”
My cousin shook her head. “Sis, less than $100.”
“Then throw it away,” I said.
As I raised my hand, I noticed the ring on my ring finger. The gemstone on it was large and sparkly.
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My cousin excitedly spoke up, “Sis, this ring is really valuable!”
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“Is that so?” I took off the ring and placed it on the table. “Then please help me find a good buyer.”
Lying on the bed I had slept in since childhood, I recalled everything from the past few years. I really felt like a complete fool.
I had treated Ethan like my own child, using my own salary to buy him toys, take him to amusement parks, and accompany him to parent–child activities.
In the end, they never cared about me at all.
I had helped Jack overcome the pain of divorce and stayed with him through hardships.
But when things got better, the person he wanted to share the good times with wasn’t me.
I turned my phone back on. Several text messages from Jack popped up.
Seeing that I wasn’t replying to him at all, he sent me a photo – a plane ticket to my
hometown.
“Amelia, I won’t contact Olivia anymore. Can we pretend none of this happened? I’ll let Olivia take Ethan. You have the baby, and we’ll raise it together, okay?” Jack’s voice message was almost pleading.
However, once a marriage has cracks, it’s like a broken mirror – no matter what, it can never be put back together perfectly.
