No Winter Ever Hurts Like the One I Spent With You

When I reached the office entrance, I was stopped by the receptionist.

The woman in a suit asked me cautiously, "Miss, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm here to see Ryan Fulmer," I replied coldly. I didn't want to waste time arguing with her, so I moved as if I was about to walk in.

"Do you have an appointment? If you don't, we can't let you go in," she added.

"I don't have an appointment, but if you ask one of his bodyguards to pass along a message, he'll let me in." I clenched my fingers tightly, doing my best to steady my emotions.

But when the bodyguard came out, he just shook his head at the person at the front desk.

The receptionist covered her mouth and laughed. "Wow, anyone and everyone really thinks they can meet Mr. Fulmer. Don't you ever take a look at yourself? Are you trying to climb the social ladder and become a socialite? Please give it up. The perfect match for Mr. Fulmer is Miss Whitmore, the genius painter. You should really see what you're worth."

I laughed. I'd forgotten that no one knew we were married.

Well then, I wasn't going to hide it either. I directly tossed out the divorce papers and shouted toward the office door, "Ryan Fulmer, I came today to divorce you! If you're any kind of man, sign it quickly. Don't hide in there like a coward!"

As soon as those words fell, I was finally allowed into the office.

I snorted as I handed over the divorce papers, while glancing around at everything, which felt completely unfamiliar. This was the first time I'd been to Ryan's office since we got married and it was to talk about divorce.

Meanwhile, Annie could come and go freely by his side. How ironic.

"You knew I was being framed, don't you?" I questioned.

Ryan didn't look up at me. Instead, he signed the divorce papers without hesitation and threw a black card at me. "This time, I'm the one who's wronged you. So, I'll let you do whatever you want this time, but only this once."

I chuckled. It turned out that this man knew everything. Yet, he still selflessly protected his innocent darling's reputation, even at the cost of my life.

Oh, God! What had I been hoping for all this time? The Ryan standing before me was no longer the man I remembered.

On the other side, Annie could hardly keep the delight off her face. Still, she pretended to be understanding and said, "Miss Shelton, don't worry, I've already pleaded for you. From now on, you can sleep in the same bed with Mr. Fulmer, just like me. It's just ... "

She pretended to hesitate, "It's just that Mr. Fulmer still won't touch you."

I laughed in anger and threw the black card back in Annie's face. "Well, thank you so much."

"Charlotte, stop making a scene!" Ryan scolded me with a grim expression, but I ignored him while spreading my arms to brace myself on the table.

I gritted my teeth. "Not everyone wants a husband who's like shit wrapped in chocolate. If you like him, I'll give him to you. But remember, he is just the trash I don't want anymore."

After saying my piece, I didn't care about their reactions and went home to pack my belongings. Only then did I realize how pitifully little I owned. When I put them in the suitcase, they formed only a thin layer.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips, but this was fine. I didn't want to owe Ryan anything anyway.

A few minutes later, I took out my phone and called some friends to arrange a dinner party.

When everyone was present, I barely touched the food and poured myself a drink. Before long, my face was flushed.

Over the course of our marriage, I had avoided alcohol entirely, simply because Ryan disliked its smell.

Therefore, my behavior at the moment was quite unusual.

Finally, a friend couldn't help it and grabbed my wrist. "Charlotte, tell me the truth, what exactly are you planning to do?"

My cheeks were rosy from the drinking and a smile hung on my face. "I'm not doing anything. I'm just leaving and I'm a little sad to leave you all."

"Leaving?" my friends spoke in unison, exchanging glances.

Some of them whispered, "Didn't she treat Ryan as her life's creed? She was willing to give up her future for him, so why was she choosing to leave now?"

"Are you and your husband immigrating?" one of them asked.

I shook my head, pulling a divorce agreement from my bag with a cheerful smile. "I am a free woman now. I'm going to study abroad."