Love Buried Forever

During the week-long business trip, Vincent took Sharon with him, and they were inseparable.

Even at the dinner table, customers joked that Vincent was blessed to have a virtuous wife and a very close girlfriend.

He smiled without saying anything, and even posted the photo with Sharon on Ins.

His inappropriate behavior made my sad.

Vincent was a workaholic. There was nothing personal on his Instagram except for work. This was the first time that he had posted a photo of himself and his secretary on it. That was something even I didn't get.

As expected, his move had no small impact.

Many of his friends liked it and left comments.

Some clients who didn't know much about his marital status even blessed them as a couple.

Not only that, after finishing his business, he also took Sharon to visit local scenic spots and eat many local specialties.

Every time he went to a place, he would post it on his Ins. In just one week, he posted more than ten photos.

Until the eve of the end of his business trip, he looked through the likes and comments under the photos one by one.

Among the text, there was not a single word from me.

He checked it several times without giving up, but the result was the same. He finally got so angry that he threw his phone on the table.

I stood beside him, smiling bitterly in silence.

It was no use. Even if I wanted to make a big fuss, a dead person couldn't do it.

After pacing back and forth in the room for a few times, he picked up his phone again, found my contact information, and typed. [Are you aware of your fault?]

He thought that, as before, the extension of time could smooth out our conflicts, and we could continue to play the love couple in peace.

He always compromised in unreasonable and self-righteous ways.

But this time, he was destined not to wait for my compromise. I stared at his stern eyes in a joking manner, expecting to watch him to be angry when he didn't get a response from me.

But I was wrong.

The next second, someone replied: [You are the one who is wrong. We have nothing to say to each other anymore. We are getting a divorce immediately.]

I was so shocked that my blood seemed to flow backwards. Even in my soul state, the fear was still like a spider web, trapping me in it.

That pervert was not satisfied with cutting me into pieces, he also took my cell phone and used my identity.

I had an elderly mother and a close friend. I was afraid of their situations and afraid that they would face the same tragic situation as me.

But I was powerless and couldn't even get away from Vincent.

I huddled in the corner sadly, watching in despair as Vincent dialed my number out of control.

The call was immediately cut off. Vincent got a message. [Don't call me. I won't answer. You and your secretary are inseparable, so I naturally want to spend time with the person I like. Let's part ways in peace. Sign the divorce agreement immediately and don't disturb my time alone with other man.]

Below the words was a divorce agreement with my name already signed on it.

Vincent began to tremble almost imperceptibly. He gripped the phone tightly, and his knuckles turned pale from the exertion.