Divorced Over Fishing

"Richard, this marriage must be divorced! She has taken advantage of your love for her and has already ridden on you and pissed on you. Don't be soft-hearted anymore!"

Richard didn't say anything, but just stared at me with his scarlet eyes, as if he was really hurt.

"Honey, is everything Vanessa said true?"

"Call him over, I'll help you check him out. As long as he passes my test and is truly good to you, I'll help you get married! But our son is the fruit of our love, I absolutely don't agree to you taking him away!"

He immediately picked up his son and burst into tears with him.

Anyone who sees this should scold me.

Vanessa's eyes flashed with pride, and she came closer to me again and said:

"Evelyn, break up with that guy! Living a good life with Richard is better than anything else!"

"roll!"

I shook her hand off, and the anger that had been pent up for a long time finally erupted:

"Vanessa, don't you think I don't know what you've been doing behind my back?"

I was so impatient that I kicked her in the calf:

"If you dare to meddle in my family affairs again, I will make you pay for it!"

Vanessa stumbled back and fell into the fish feast, instantly becoming a mess.

Richard didn't even bother to wipe his tears, his face turned completely gloomy.

He grabbed my collar and said through gritted teeth:

"Apologize."

"dream."

Andy suddenly rushed over and clumsily helped Vanessa wipe her skirt:

"Vanessa, don't cry. Andy will blow the air for you..."

Andy looked so attentive, as if Vanessa was his real mother.

Richard let go of me and went to help Vanessa clean the dirt off her body.

He turned around and sneered at me:

"Okay, very good! Evelyn, since you insist on getting a divorce, then get one! But remember, it's all your fault that we have to get to this point!"

I ignored him, walked over to Andy, and asked him one last time:

"Andy, are you going with Mom?"

He hugged Vanessa's neck and shook his head vigorously:

"You are a bad woman! I don't want to go with you! You will only make Daddy sad!"

It turned out that the child I had raised carefully for five years had already had his heart wandering to another woman.

I took one last look at Richard and said calmly:

"You win, the son is yours."

The red marks on the neck of this man who made me risk my life to marry him were particularly glaring under the light.

That wasn't a mosquito bite at all, but a kiss mark left by passionate intercourse with a woman.

As she turned to leave, grandma's proud voice echoed throughout the hotel:

"My son is so outstanding, are you afraid that you can't find someone better? Some people, older, second-married women, who would want you if you leave my son?"

"Even your son doesn't want you, you are destined to live out your life alone!"

My parents' voices echoing the apology were even more piercing:

"My dear relatives, it's all our fault for not raising our daughter well. If she wants a divorce, we will just pretend we never gave birth to her! From now on, we will only recognize Richard as our son!"

The night breeze was cool and couldn’t blow away the burning sensation on my face.

The residual pain from that slap is still there, but compared to the pain in my heart, it is nothing.

When I got to the entrance of Maplewood Estates, the security guard stopped me:

"Mrs. Sterling, no, Ms. Rossi, I'm sorry, Mr. Sterling has told you not to go in."

I was stunned:

"What do you mean? I'm going back to my own house, why can't I go in?"

The security guard said disdainfully:

"Mr. Sterling said that he has divorced you and you have no right to return to his house. As for your luggage, he will have someone pack it up and take it to your parents' house."

No need to think about it, this is another way my parents came up with for Richard to force me to surrender.