Eight Years of Marriage Turns into a Joke

I slowly typed out a line of words. [Wait until we have discussed the divorce ...] but I had not finished yet.

The system prompted that it had been deleted.

My heart was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples or waves.

When I finished packing my luggage, I dragged my black suitcase to the door.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Garrick who was returning home. He glanced at my forehead which was covered with white gauze.

The action of closing the door suddenly became violent and he slammed the door hard to the outside.

He looked at me with cold eyes.

"Just because Leslie played too much with her boyfriend, you think I cheated on you. Wendy, I'm telling you, I have never done anything wrong to you," he said it decisively, but what I saw was the truth.

He probably did not know that he forgot to block me many times when he posted on his X post.

"I'm going on a business trip." I interrupted coldly.

"You are acting like a jealous woman now. How old are you still playing the trick of running away from home? Isn't it shameful?"

I was just about to tell him that I was already thirty years old and married him at the age of twenty-two. So, it had been eight years.

But he scoffed. "I hate ignorant and self-righteous women the most. Wendy, you know my temper."

When he walked into the living room, he even pushed me out fiercely. "Aren't you going on a business trip? Get lost."

After eight years of marriage, Garrick and I had countless arguments and every time I was the one who humbled myself and begged for peace.

Since he helped my father get through difficult times back then, he had become a god in my mind.

There were even many times when he kicked me out of the house.

I always come back humbly, waiting for him obediently to open the door for me.

But this time, I really did not care.

Without looking back, I hailed a taxi heading towards the airport.

The man did not wait for me to knock on the door and ask for peace, but I had already arrived at the airport.

Before boarding the plane, he made over a dozen phone calls.

I had to pick it up at least.

I just had to press the answer button.

Through the phone screen, I could feel that Garrick's face looked extremely unpleasant.

He asked in an irritable tone,

"I called you so many times, why didn't you answer?"

I casually made up an excuse. "Sorry, I turned on the mute and didn't notice."

"I specifically asked about scar repair and the hospital said you were the only one in the city who could perform this repair surgery."

It turned out that he called me because of Leslie.

"Wendy, I order you to come back now and arrange surgery for her immediately. Her matter cannot wait even a moment."

Before I could speak, Leslie's delicate voice came over. "Wendy, thank you for letting Garrick take care of me. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do if such a big thing happened."

"In this world, I think he is the only one who doesn't despise me for being a fool. How embarrassing."

I felt the anger somewhere in my body being completely ignited and blurted out: "Get lost, Leslie, isn't it disgusting for you to talk like that?"

The next second, Garrick's furious voice rang out. "Wendy, how dare you!"

What am I afraid of?

I quickly hung up the phone. I did not want this man anymore, so there was no need to get used to him.

But half an hour later.

Garrick rushed straight into the airport lounge and grabbed me, who was sitting on a chair.

Without further ado, he slapped me in the face. "Wendy, who gave you the courage to insult Leslie like this?"

Men were naturally very temperamental and the slap he gave me almost made me dizzy.

Not only did my face hurt, but I also felt like the wound on my forehead seemed to have opened up even more severely.