After I Filed for Divorce, My Wife Regretted it

Yasmin didn't come back until three days later.

She looked at the divorce agreement at the entrance, and her pretty face immediately darkened.

She violently thrust the agreement towards my face, and the sharp edge of the A4 paper grazed my cheek. As I touched it, blood appeared on my fingertip.

"Lawson! Take advantage of my good mood now and admit your mistake; I will forget this matter!" said Yasmin.

It could be seen that she got along very well with Brennen.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be so generous and willing to let me apologize and let it go.

"There's no need, and I'm not interested in continuing this. Just sign the divorce agreement," I answered.

Yasmin glared down at me, seated on the sofa, her expression filled with dread and gloom. "Even if our marriage ends in divorce, I will take the initiative! What justification do you have to confront me? If I truly had an affair with Brennen, I would've left you and married him the moment I discovered that he, not you, was the one who saved me initially! He risked crippling his leg to save my life, yet you show no compassion or empathy!" she exclaimed.

I picked up the divorce agreement from the ground and looked at her quietly, "He said so, so you believe in his words?"

"If I don't believe him, do I believe in you?" After Yasmin sneered, she realized that the house was quiet and asked, "Where is Renee? Did she go to my parents' place again?"

I thought about it and nodded, "Went back to the hometown."

Yasmin sneered, "You professed your desire to raise her personally, yet as soon as summer vacation commenced, you abandoned all responsibility. In the end, you're still relying on my parents? I was genuinely deceived by your empty promises then, and this is how you repay me! You've crossed a line this time. You almost cost Brennen all his fortune! You must repay Brennen with $200,000 for stealing his credit for saving me! Otherwise, I won't have the courage to face him again!"

"Brennen's scheme to drain my finances under the guise of repayment is quite cunning!" I thought.

I didn't respond, and Yasmin thought I agreed out of guilt, and immediately had a smile.

She sat next to me and affectionately linked her arm with mine, "I mentioned divorce to you out of anger. Who asked you to provoke me when I was losing money? You caused a big scene with the excuse of rescuing or at the funeral home. Who wouldn't be furious after hearing that? Later, when you stopped causing trouble, I helped Brennen win 80,000 dollars, enough for his two-month living expenses. My guilt also decreased..."

When her body pressed against mine, I suddenly pushed her away.

The scent coming from her body was the perfume that Brennen liked.

Unexpectedly, I accidentally pushed Yasmin, causing her to fall off the sofa and hit the coffee table with a muffled thud.

She immediately winced in sharp pain, her eyebrows furrowed, exclaiming, "Lawson! Did you just push me?"

She got up, clutching her lower back, took off her high heels, and smashed them towards my abdomen.

The freshly healed wound was struck, sending me into a daze of pain, and then I felt my strength drain away as I collapsed to the ground.

Without hesitation, she whipped out her phone, snapped a selfie of herself sprawled on the floor, and promptly uploaded it to Instagram. This was her standard modus operandi. Whenever I upset her, she'd resort to social media, painting herself as the victim and soliciting her friends' condemnation, with Brennen always leading the charge.

As a grown man, I should refrain from jealousy, creating a scene, or causing my wife any unhappiness.

However, my shortcomings were abundantly documented on her Instagram.

Though she eventually adjusted the privacy settings, she never deleted those posts.

It appeared that they stand as tangible proof of the harm I've inflicted upon her.

But once Brennen returned to the country, all the sweet moments she had posted on her Instagram were gone, deleted without a trace.

Her excuse was that we were young and ignorant in the past, and now as an old married couple, it was too embarrassing to keep those things.

"Is it embarrassment, or does she fear that Brennen, being single, might feel upset? She knows the answer deep down in her heart." I thought.

"Yasmin, if you don't sign the divorce papers, I will contact a lawyer to file for divorce," I said.

After regaining strength, I got up to pick up the luggage I had already packed.

I couldn't stay in this home for another moment.

Yasmin rubbed her lower back and, with a sneer, abruptly signed the divorce agreement. 'It's barely been a few days, and you've grown quite bold. Fine, I'll indulge you if you're so eager for a divorce! But remember, you were nothing more than my obedient follower. I hope you don't make a scene at the City Hall in a month's time. And as for our daughter, she's mine. I'll be waiting to see what grounds you have to contest me!

On the way to the City Hall, Yasmin also posted the divorce agreement on Instagram.

This caused my phone to be constantly bombarded.

Upon a quick scan, it was apparent that her friends were all trying to PUA me.

The once familiar vulgar language didn't bother me for the first time, nor did it make me feel guilty.

I realized that this was Yasmin's way of coercing me into acknowledging my mistake and giving money to Brennen in an attempt to salvage our family.

It was ridiculous. I used to be like a fool, thinking that our family would not fall apart as long as I love her and compromise.

Looking back at my actions with a deadened heart, I realized I was not so different from Yasmin.

I, too, was once a gambler, but my losses were devastating!

Just as I reached for my phone to switch it off, a notification flashed: [If you ever feel the need to drink, I'm here, ready to accompany you.]

Looking at this profile picture that I hadn't contacted for seven years, I remained silent for an extended moment before simply responding with an 'okay.'