A Broken Marriage Can Never Be Mended!

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...