Eternal Love's Delayed Repayment

I looked at Mark, and my face was full of disbelief, shock and anger.

"What if I just don't drink?"

As soon as I said that, Mark's friends behind him started to make noise.

"Ooh, Mark, is it really like what others say that you are a complete kept man? Your wife talked to you like that, but you dare not even say anything?"

Maybe because of his dignity, or maybe because I had never rejected him before, he was really angry.

In short, his expression changed visibly. He picked up a glass of wine, walked quickly to my side, pinched my chin with one hand, and poured the wine into my mouth with the other hand.

I was choking and coughing like crazy, but Dora beside him was clapping and cheering, "Mark, you are awesome. Hahaha, such a real man..."

Mark just snorted at me and said, "What a bummer!"

Then he left without looking back.

It took me a while to finally vomit the wine, but I still drank a mouthful of wine.

Then, with a tired body and a desperate mood, I was ready to leave.

I had originally planned to wait until Mark sobered up the next day, say goodbye to him and then leave, but now it seemed that was no longer necessary.

He didn't care what I did for him.

Watching me leave with a suitcase, he showed no intention of trying to keep me.

Dora in his arms asked me with a smug smile, as if she had won, "Ms. Scott, is the wine good?"

I stopped, walked to her, picked up a glass of wine on the table, and poured it directly on her face.

"Do you know now?"

Finally, I looked at Mark's friends and said seriously, "I also advise you to delete those videos and photos, otherwise you may get yourselves in trouble."

But everyone just sneered, as if I was really just trying to scare them.

Finally, I looked at Mark again and said indifferently, "I'll have someone send the divorce agreement over, and you can just sign it."

After saying that, I left without looking back, leaving Dora screaming like crazy behind me.

I ignored her. The moment I walked out of the house, I felt a sense of relief.

Maybe our marriage should have ended long before. Maybe I should have woken up long before.

But it didn't seem too late now.

I took a taxi directly back to the company, where I had my private office and lounge.

But in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt shortness of breath and I felt like I was suffocating.

I knew it was probably an alcohol allergy reaction.