Dangerous Marriage, Eternal Love

After three days, Connor finally replied to me, "I'll come back when your parents leave."

Seeing this response, my heart sank. "No need to wait. They've left."

Early that morning, I heard the door open, it was Connor coming back. I sat up in bed. He looked a bit tired. Those deep eyes of his, which I once loved so much, now seemed unreadable.

He looked at me heavily and said, "Let's talk."

Although I knew what was about to happen, I still felt nervous, scared and sad.

"I think we ... should just separate," he said quietly, as if mustering a lot of courage.

"Why? What's wrong with us?" I tried to asked casually.

"It's not you, it's me ..." he said.

"What's wrong with you? Have you fallen for someone else?" I asked him again.

He answered, "No, I just think I'm not suited for marriage. I can't get along with your family."

Just as my dad said, he was using this as an excuse. "Didn't you promise to stay together forever?" I still want some explanation.

"Some things change." He lowered his head and fell silent and the room was suddenly so quiet that I could hear the clock ticking. Connor wiped his face, his voice trembling, "I really can't take it anymore..."

I didn't want to continue this charade, so I took out my phone, showed him the screenshots of the orders he placed for "Little Missy," and threw it to him.

Seeing the picture, Connor's expression shifted from pain to shock.

"You logged into my account?" Like all scumbags, when confronted, he didn't reflect on his mistakes but questioned how I invaded his privacy.

"Who is "Little Missy"?" I demanded.

"She's just a client," Connor frowned.

"What kind of client needs you to nickname her "Little Missy"? What kind of client needs gifts from you on Valentine's Day and Fourth of July?" His answer made me feel he thought I was an idiot.

"You know my job requires special means to secure important clients." Connor stared at me, thinking this explanation would make him seem truthful.

The Connor I thought I knew was just an illusion I had created.

"I came back today to tell you that since we're already divorced, it's best to sort out the remaining matters." At this moment, Connor couldn't hold back his true intentions any longer.

"What remaining matters?" I confused.

"I'll compensate you. So ..." his eyes suddenly turned cold, "I hope you can move out as soon as possible."

The worst outcome I had anticipated finally happened. I had read about such things in the news, but I never thought it would happen to me.