After the Divorce, He Cried and Begged for Remarriage

James and I were college classmates.

Our relationship started in our freshman year and now it was our seventh year.

Everyone said that even the best relationships couldn't last seven years, and I didn't believe it. Now it seemed that I had overestimated myself.

James was picky and had a good development in his career in recent years. So he became more and more arrogant.

His assistants rarely lasted more than three months, except for Fiona.

Fiona was a year younger than us. She had been James's assistant for a year.

No wonder James had never mentioned changing his assistant again, so this was the reason.

I suddenly feel tired. Since James entered the entertainment industry, I had been surrounding him all day like a nanny.

I had put almost all my thoughts and efforts into him. That was why I hadn't been promoted even after three years in this company.

Back in school, I used to be praised by teachers as the most talented student they had ever seen. But now, those who used to be inferior to me were all doing better than me.

What I had been desperately chasing after all these years had turned out to be a joke.

When James came back, I was sitting in the living room waiting for him.

When he saw me, a hint of weakness flashed across his face.

"Are you feeling better?"

He put down his coat, walked over and kissed me.

I felt a little nauseous, but still looked at him calmly.

"What were you doing last night?"

James froze, then smiled, "Didn't you not cook for me? I called some friends for some drinks."

I continued to ask, "Anything else?"

James shrugged and said, "Nothing else."

After saying that, he leaned over to hug me, but I avoided him.

"I'm going to make lunch."