Dear, Don't Say You're Sad About the Divorce

After taking a shower and just as I was lying down on the bed, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

I answered the call, but there was only silence on the other end.

I thought it was a prank and was about to hang up when I heard Henry's voice come from the other end of the phone.

"Just a day without seeing me, and you miss me already?"

The girl pouted, "It hurts me to think that you'll go back later and spend time with that old hag."

Then, there was the sound of heavy breathing from kissing.

Henry said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not going back tonight. Don't beg for mercy later."

They played in so many different ways and exchanged many flirtatious words, leaving me astonished and speechless.

Fortunately, I pressed the record button the moment I heard Henry's voice.

Later, I searched for this number on social software. As expected, it was the mistress, Sarah Miller, that Henry kept outside.

I casually clicked the follow button, and shortly after, she accepted my request.

It was evident that she knew of my existence and came just to show off to me.

As soon as I arrived at the company, I received a bouquet and a takeaway Henry ordered for me.

He called me.

"Darling, I've been called for a last-minute business trip. It looks like I won't be able to come back for the next few days. I've ordered your favorite sandwishes for you. Enjoy it while it's hot."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, I casually looked through my Instagram.

Sure enough, Sarah also posted an update featuring a lavish breakfast, with a caption that read: [The person who prepares breakfast for you must love you very much.]

I once thought that Henry only loved me.

When my colleague saw the flowers on my desk, she was envious and said, "Where can I find such a caring and romantic husband?"

In the eyes of others, it may seem like I was reaching above my station by being with Henry.

He was young, hardworking, and had money and a promising future.

But I was also not lacking. During my time in school, I was the campus belle, excelled in academics, and graduated with top honors. After graduation, I secured a position at a leading company in the industry and steadily climbed the corporate ladder through my solid professional knowledge and hard work.

Seeing that she couldn't let go of the bouquet, I said, "If you like it, just take it with you."

Her face was full of surprise. "Ms. Wallace, you are not kidding, are you?"

I smiled. "Take it, and please throw away this takeout."

I didn't want this kind of hypocritical love.

From the frequent updates on Sarah's Instagram, I knew what they were doing these days.

Henry took her to Disneyland and watched the fireworks with her.

He even helped her rent an apartment near the university.

I felt neither anger nor sadness.

Instead, I kept all the evidence of Henry's infidelity.

When he contacted me again, it was on the evening of the third day.

"Darling, I found a restaurant that's pretty good. I'll bring you there next time."

I couldn't help but find it amusing. He had just finished dinner with the other woman, and now he suddenly thought of me. Should I even be moved by that?

Rather than exposing him, I pretended to be surprised and asked, "You're back in Hikshire?"

He paused for a moment and smiled, saying, "Not yet. It was recommended by a colleague, and I thought of trying it out with you."

"So when will you be back?" I asked.

His voice was a little excited. "Do you miss me? I'll go back tonight."

I simply hummed in response.

In fact, during the time when Henry was on the so-called business trip, I had already moved out of the house.

I still had a small apartment in the city, which was a graduation gift from my parents.

So when Henry returned home excitedly but didn't see me, he became somewhat annoyed.

"Sophia, what time is it? Why aren't you at home?"

"Well, I'm on a business trip," I said.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why didn't you tell me this morning?"

Well, if I told him in the morning, he might keep accompanying that woman for a few more days.

"I was just assigned to go on a business trip this afternoon."

He sighed and asked, "Can you come back tomorrow night?"

"Why?"

"Charles is having a birthday party and invited us for some drinks."

I said calmly, "Tell him that I can't go."

"Mmm." Henry's voice didn't reveal any emotions. "Let me know in advance when you're coming back so that I can pick you up."

"Okay."

That night, Sarah took the initiative to send me a photo.

It was a stuffed bunny on my bed.

I suppressed my disgust and took out the divorce agreement that I had prepared long ago. I read through it again and made some modifications.

The following night, she sent me another photo.

It was a picture of Charles with a group of men and women. It seemed that Henry had taken her to attend the gathering.

Then, she sent a provocative message.

[You really know how to endure, huh?]

I sneered, grabbed my bag, and walked out.

Henry, I wondered what kind of expression you would have when you see me later.