Fireworks Cause Divorce: I Choose The Right Future

It was Justin.

I pressed the answer button. Before I could speak, I heard Sofia's delicate voice crying out in pain.

"Justin, you're hurting me," Sofia said.

What was this?

Why was he calling me?

Did he accidentally press the button? Or was this to show off?

My mind was in a mess. I held the phone to my ear, stunned and listening.

"Justin, aren't my legs beautiful?" Sofia asked.

His breathing on the other end paused, then gradually became heavier.

After a long pause, I heard a low "Mm."

I vaguely remember how Justin used to tell me every day that my legs were beautiful. He used to say that marrying me was the greatest blessing of his life.

He said it with such pride. Even though I didn't believe in forever, I still believed him then.

One day, he suddenly said he wanted to update the wardrobe.

From then on, my wardrobe only had long skirts and pants.

Even the shorts I bought myself would be thrown away by him for various reasons.

So, it turned out the signs had always been there.

On the other end of the line, Sofia was still clinging to him, speaking sweetly.

"Justin, your hands are amazing. They make me feel so comfortable.

"Be honest, do you often touch Stacey like this, too?

"Oh, wait, Stacey has long scars on her legs," Sofia said.

She giggled, "So ugly, right? Does it make you want to throw up?"

Maybe it was the love that had been etched deep in my soul.

Maybe it was the unwillingness to let go after seven years together.

I was already feeling so sick that I was about to faint, but I still didn't hang up the phone.

After all, Justin had caressed my legs and told me over and over that it was okay on the countless nights.

But now, he said, "Don't mention her. She's such a downer."

Sofia smiled with satisfaction.

The sound of kissing came through. Their breaths intertwined, filled with intimacy.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I cried out, "Justin, what are you doing?"