Ex-husband, My Revenge is Here!

"In the first year of your entrepreneurship, all the investments failed, and we lived in a rental house. We shared a meal. Was I doing it for the money then?

Now that you are rich, you use money to maintain our relationship, just like how you maintain lovers? Then anyone can be your wife, can I give way to someone else?"

Michael was annoyed and walked into the bedroom.

He didn't want to argue with me. To him, I was like a shrew, and he couldn't stand it.

My friend once asked me why I chose someone like Michael. Although he was rich, he was a scumbag.

I was speechless at that time.

Because the previous Michael was not like this.

When he was poor, he only cared about me.

He could spend the whole night grinding a ring for me with a glass bottle.

During college, he worked hard as a waiter in a hotel and earned 500 dollars, but he used it all to buy me a gold bracelet.

On my birthday, he gave me two gifts.

I was surprised and excited, "Who gives two gifts at once? You can keep one and give it to me next time."

He said seriously, "How can I do that? This ring is my sincerity, this bracelet is my money, my heart and money are all yours, one cannot be missing."

"It's good enough for you to give me the ring. Sincerity is priceless." I looked at the bloodstains on his hand and felt heartbroken.

He carefully put the bracelet on me, "No, Carlotta. I don't want to be perfunctory to you."

I was happy and said in a somewhat affected voice, "Why don't you put the ring on me?"

He put the ring in a box and handed it to me, "Don't wear it, it's made of glass. It looks good but it's easy to cut your hand. Keep it for now, and I'll exchange it for a real ring for you."

These sweet memories once brought me happiness, but now they were like thorns, causing pain in my heart.

My mom was here.

I thought she would scold me as she always did.

To my surprise, she asked me with a complicated expression, "What do you want to do?"

I said without hope, "I want a divorce!"

In fact, I filed for divorce more than once,

but everyone was against me.

Their attitude made me feel that I was ungrateful and unreasonable, and that filing for divorce was a heinous crime.

Over time, I have found it difficult to distinguish right from wrong.

The failure of my marriage seemed to be my failure.

My life seemed to be completely denied by this failed marriage.

When my patience finally ran out, I decided to stick to my decision no matter what.

But strangely, my usually strong-willed mother didn't oppose me this time. Instead, she calmly said to me, "You should figure it out by yourself."

I gratefully hugged my mother's arm and said, "Thank you, Mom."

She got up coldly and was about to leave. I thought she was angry, so I hurriedly followed her and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disobey you. I really can't go on with this marriage. I feel like I'm sick."

She paused and said, "Just make sure you won't regret it."

I anxiously defended myself, "Mom, after I get divorced, I may not be able to help our family as I do now, and our living standard will definitely decline, but I will work hard..."

My mother stood up and said indifferently, "As long as you're happy, you don't need to worry about the family affairs."

"What about my brother's job?" I was confused.