Wait Till Dawn, We'll Get Divorced

The neighbors around sighed.

If there was a big fight, everyone might just sit back and watch the fun.

Seeing that I asked him for a divorce calmly and restrainedly, they slowly dispersed.

Neil frowned and looked at me, "Do you really have to be unreasonable at this time?"

I chuckled and lowered my head.

My eyes and nose felt sore.

It was a long time before I looked up at him.

"Neil, when I sat up in shock just now, I only saw your back as you ran out in a hurry.

"There are so many neighbors here. Just ask any one of them that when they heard the fire alarm, didn't they rush downstairs with their wives and children?

"What about you?

"You didn't. You didn't even call me before you ran to Judy.

"Just ask everyone if I am being unreasonable.

"I told you if you still love Judy, I will withdraw.

"Why don't you admit it? Or you want me to take care of everything at home and Judy to accompany you outside for romantic activities?

"It's the 21st century now. The law doesn't allow you to take a concubine or have a mistress."

As I spoke, the neighbors around us looked at Neil and Judy with contempt.

Most of the neighbors were well-known people.

Neil's face was puce with rage. He angrily rebuked me, "Mandy, don't go too far!"

Judy opened her eyes wide with tears streaming down her cheeks. She pushed Neil's hand away and limped out.

Neil stopped arguing with me and chased after Judy.

The property management informed us that the fire had been dealt with and everyone could go home.

Neil didn't come back.

I packed all his stuff into a suitcase, threw it out the door, and changed the house code.

It was still dark, and I looked at the messy house, with chaos and confusion in my heart.

I opened a bottle of wine, poured a full glass and drank it.

Then I calmed down.

I saw a photo of Neil's back on Judy's Moments. The background of the photo was probably in the hospital.

The caption was "After seven years of twists and turns, he is still with me, and I still love him."

I felt sick watching it.

After putting my phone down, I sat in the rocking chair on the balcony until dawn.

Watching the sun rise, there was a lot of traffic outside.

Someone was pressing the code for the door, but there was a beeping sound and it wasn't opened. The doorbell kept ringing, but I turned a deaf ear to it.

"Mandy, open the door!

"Mandy!"

Neil called out a few times, but I ignored him and then he called me.

Looking at the ringing phone, after checking the time, I picked up the phone.

"Mandy, you changed the code for the door? What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. I've packed your luggage and left it outside. See you at the entrance of the courthouse at 9:30."

"Mandy, open the door. Let's talk."

"We have nothing to talk about."

"Even if you want a divorce, the property still needs to be divided."

Hearing that, I twitched my lips and said sarcastically, "Neil, we have already divided our property before.

"In the presence of lawyers, we have divided the shares and the property and signed. I won't ask for more. If you want to give me more, then you can deposit the extra money into the charity foundation."

After I finished speaking, there was no sound from Neil on the other end of the phone for a long time.

I said calmly, "9:30 at the courthouse. Neil, I'll wait for you for the last time."

Neil hung up the phone without saying anything.

Then I washed my face, put on makeup, changed my clothes, picked up the marriage certificate and drove to the courthouse.

The past flashed into my mind.

Tears filled my eyes. I blinked and the tears rolled down my face.

Abscesses needed to be cut out. It would be painful during the process, but it would heal after that.

I waited in front of the courthouse for the whole morning, but Neil didn't come.

I called him but his phone was switched off.

I called his secretary, who told me that he didn't go to the company.

I went home, packed my things, and moved back to my marital apartment.

Then I found a real estate agent and put the house up for sale.

I couldn't get through to Neil, but Judy posted on her Moments that her foot was sprained and in a cast, and Neil was wearing an apron and cooking soup in the kitchen.

I knew Neil.

In the past, after we had an argument, he would lose contact with me and then force me to come to him to apologize.

Then we would make peace.

But I wouldn't do that again. He could turn off his phone as long as he wanted, and it didn't matter if he didn't divorce me.

I found a paparazzi and gave him the exact address to secretly take some photos of Neil and Judy living together. Then I leaked the news.

It was suspected that the president of the Evans Group was getting divorced.

Several shareholders' wives called me.

I told them clearly that we were preparing for a divorce, but Neil was currently out of contact.

For a time, the Evans Group's stock price was volatile.