Pearl Necklace Leads To Divorce

Keith was determined to be with me.

Morris thought that my mother died unexpectedly and my father was an alcoholic and gambler.

I was a trouble and his family had always disagreed with my relationship with Keith.

Keith took me to another city despite his family’s objections.

Morris cut off all Keith’s financial resources just to wait for him to bow his head.

Keith had to help me deal with my difficult father while making a living, often working multiple jobs.

We always stood under the streetlights and looked up at the lights of thousands of homes.

Keith touched my head. “Ruby, believe me, if I didn’t rely on my family, I would buy you a house like this.”

At that time, he always got off work very late and I often waited for him until I fell asleep.

Every night, when he worked overtime, he would bring me the cake from my favorite store and a discounted rose.

I invited him to eat with me, but he always shook his head and said he didn’t like it and turned around to put the rose into the vase we picked together.

In fact, I knew that he was the person who loved sweets the most.

Under this kind of life, the young master who had never touched the housework learned to bargain with the aunties in the vegetable market.

He always held the vegetables in one hand and held my hand with the other. “Ruby, it was awesome! That aunt gave us two garlics.”

Outside the door, Keith and I were busy with the family.

When I opened the door, Coco stretched her back and walked toward us, meowing around the new things she bought.

Keith would skillfully scoop Coco’s poop and then act coquettishly and let me help him tie his apron.

With the roar of the range hood, we and Coco’s meal were served.

Morris finally compromised, perhaps because he was too old, or perhaps because he needed an heir because of terminal cancer.

On the day when Keith was allowed to marry me, he cried in front of me for the second time.

He held the wedding ring and the house deed and knelt on one knee.

“Ruby, I finally got the approval from my parents that you wanted. I want to marry you. I bought all these with the money I earned over the years. My vows were fulfilled at that time. Ruby, will you marry me?”

Coco circled around me excitedly. My eyes were red and I nodded frantically.

The doctor pushed my shoulder and I came to my senses. My physical condition had been getting worse recently.

My heart, digestion and nerves had all had problems.

The doctor said that I was suffering from somatization of anxiety and asked me to find time to relax.

I took a bag of medicine and nodded in agreement.

When I was leaving, I ran into Keith holding Cynthia’s waist. Cynthia called me, “Ruby, why are you here too?”

I turned around and wanted to leave, but Keith snatched the diagnosis from my hand.

“Anxiety disorder? Ruby, why are you pretending?”

Cynthia tugged at the corner of Keith’s clothes. “Ruby, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you called because you fell down because of pregnancy, otherwise I would have let Keith go back and you would have a new child.”

I sneered, “No, we’re getting divorced soon, Cynthia, you can finally take the throne.”

Keith threw my medicine on the ground, clenched his hands so tightly that veins appeared and suppressed his anger.

“Ruby, what are you talking about? Am I told you that Cynthia is just my sister? Besides, Cynthia has a stomachache today. Wouldn’t it make her feel worse if you said that?”

Cynthia fell into Keith’s arms unintentionally, muttering softly, “Keith, I’m fine. Go see Ruby.”

Keith stood in front of me, feeling very oppressive. “Ruby, how long are you going to make a fuss?”

I picked up the medicine and looked at him calmly. “I’m not making a fuss.”

Keith still thought that my proposal for divorce was a new way to attract his attention.

He didn’t even realize that I had moved out long ago when he hadn’t returned home for a long time.

It was ridiculous.

Keith grabbed the medicine I had just picked up and said without question, “I’ll take you home.”

I didn’t say anything, crossed my arms and looked at Cynthia.

Cynthia groaned and looked at Keith with tears in her eyes. “Keith, my stomach hurts.”

Keith looked at me, then at Cynthia. I took the medicine back and turned to leave.

You see, when faced with a conflict, Keith’s balance still leaned toward Cynthia.