Love Ex-husband Again? Never!

At this moment, I was looking at Elliott in front of me.

He was still holding the fast food in his hand. And he looked aggrieved, like a bullied child.

He sat down next to me and softened his tone in an attempt to be friendly.

"Honey, please don't be angry.

"That was Emily's fault. She knew we were in a cold war, so she sent you roses. She meant well. She didn't know you were allergic to pollen. I apologized to you on her behalf."

Elliott frowned, as if I was being unreasonable.

Without wasting any time, I took out the divorce agreement and property division agreement and threw them to him.

This scene also happened a month ago.

A month ago, Elliott and I had a fight about Emily and we were in a cold war for a long time.

He didn't go home for weeks.

We had agreed in advance that our sixth wedding anniversary would be celebrated in a grand manner, but Elliott broke his promise and did not return home all night.

I sat alone in front of a sumptuous candlelight dinner, eating slowly and leisurely.

But the doorbell rang. Someone sent me a big bouquet of roses.

There was also a card with a sentence written on it.

[Victoria, happy sixth anniversary!]

I sneered.

Without any hesitation, I threw the flowers and the card into the trash can.

Then I decisively printed out the divorce agreement and sent it to Elliott's company.

Elliott knew it six years ago.

I was allergic to pollen. The flowers I hated the most were roses.

But afterwards he came specially to apologize, saying that Emily did not mean it and that she meant well.

But we were both women. I knew what Emily was thinking.

If she really had good intentions, she wouldn't have monopolized Elliott that night and humiliated me with roses.

It was a pity that Elliott didn't listen.

He tore up the divorce agreement into pieces and walked away with a cold face.

Even though he tore it up, I printed out ten more copies and handed him a new one.

"Please sign it when you have time.

"Since you like Emily so much, you should take some responsibility and give her a name. Don't let her be called a mistress anymore."

Elliott turned a deaf ear to it, tore up the divorce agreement, and threw it into the trash can.

He bent down, opened the suitcase, took out a packaging box, and deliberately changed the subject.

"Victoria, when I got back from my business trip, the first thing I did was to give you an anniversary gift. Do you like it?"

I took a quick glance. It was an exquisite necklace.

But he forgot that I no longer like wearing these jewels.