Like Taking Care of Others? I'll Grant Your Wish!

"You..."

"David, let's part ways amicably. After the divorce, we can pursue our own happiness. That's good." I said meaningfully, "Don't forget, Ella is still waiting for you to take care of her. You two are a good match."

I refrained from saying the following sentence, "Never break up so you don't harm others."

David's expression changed several times, but he finally put his hands down.

"Well, since you want a divorce, I agree for your happiness."

"You are not for my happiness, but for ours."

I reached out to stop a taxi, and David was stunned, "Aren't you going home in my car?"

"No, thanks. Only Ella deserves to ride in your car, and I don't."

After getting in the taxi, I originally planned to find a hotel to stay in by myself.

But after I thought about it, I decided to go home and stay for one night, then pack up and leave early the next morning.

David was driving behind, and I didn't bother to look back at him.

The taxi driver noticed something was wrong and asked, "Miss, there seems to be a car following us. Is that okay?"

I said, "It's okay. It is my husband."

The taxi driver smiled and said that he got it and we must have had an argument.

Then he continued saying that young people were prone to conflicts, and after ten or eight years, when we became an old couple, there wouldn't be so many problems.

"Miss, your husband has been driving behind, which means he cares about you very much. Don't be angry with him anymore and forgive him. It's not easy for married men."

After hearing that, I felt like laughing but couldn't.

...

When I got home, I took out my suitcase and packed my clothes.

I didn't take any of the gold and diamond jewelry that David gave me when we got married. I just left them all on the dressing table.

When I was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and saw David standing outside topless, wearing only his pajama trousers and holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"What's up?"

"We are married, so it's better for us to sleep together." David shook the red wine, "This is the good wine that Ella brought back from abroad. How about a drink?"

He stretched out his other hand and tried to hold my waist.

I slapped his hand away and took a step back, "David, what do you mean?"

"Mandy, didn't you complain to my parents that you slept alone for so many years?" David showed a meaningful smile on his face, "Tonight, I will make it up to you."

I said coldly, "I don't need it. Stay away from me!"

"We are married. Isn't it normal for us to have sex?" David said arrogantly, "Which law stipulates that a husband cannot sleep with his wife?"

I looked at him deeply and said, "David, don't think I don't know what you are up to. Your real purpose is to maintain the status quo and not want to divorce me.

"As long as we are not divorced, you will still be a good son to your parents, a model husband in the eyes of our relatives and friends, and a good man envied by our neighbors.

"Then I will continue to be your tool, and you can continue to take care of Ella.

"Am I right?"

The smile on David's face froze instantly.

Being exposed, he became furious and grabbed my hand.