Chapter 4
I once told Jeremy I wanted to explore every corner of the world, hand in hand with him.
But he never took me on a real trip, always saying his projects kept him too busy, making excuses again and again.
I felt sorry for his struggles and chose to stay at his company, serving as his assistant for seven years.
Everything changed after Lilian arrived.
Jeremy dumped all the company’s responsibilities on me while he traveled around with Lilian.
At first, I thought he was on business trips, until Lilian started posting photos of them together on social media.
Each photo showed them smiling intimately, with famous landmarks as backdrops and captions filled with ambiguous suggestions.
It turned out that my sympathy for him became an excuse for his reckless behavior.
Even now, Lilian continued to show off their relationship on social media, knowing Jeremy would always have her back.
Jeremy, who never cooked, personally brewed fruit wine for Lilian’s family, laughing like a teenager by the stove.
The usually aloof Jeremy humbly served tea to Lilian’s relatives, even sharing a cup of plain tea with Lilian amidst their playful teasing.
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Jeremy usually couldn’t sleep in unfamiliar beds, but he was in Lilian’s courtyard, leaning on her shoulder, smiling contentedly.
This time, I learned my lesson. I just liked the posts, no comments.
Then, I blocked Jeremy and Lilian. Out of sight, out of mind.
I spent a few days exploring nearby cities, and once my divorce certificate was in hand, I was ready to start my world tour.
On the day I got the certificate, I felt strangely serene, almost relieved.
But when I got back to the apartment and pushed open the door, I heard several voices inside.
“Jeremy, Lilian is from the countryside, but she looks more reliable than
Rosie.
“She doesn’t really have any bad habits, just likes a little drink now and then. That’ll change naturally once she has a child.
“Mom, what are you saying? Rosie and I are husband and wife!” Jeremy sounded smug yet perfunctory.
I sneered,
had never touched alcohol and had no bad habits, yet his parents saw me as somehow not feminine enough.
“So what if you’re husband and wife? You can still get divorced!
“I think Lilian is a down–to–earth girl, better than Rosie, that woman who only knows how to freeload!”
Jeremy’s father’s voice cut in, dripping with disdain.
It seemed they already saw Lilian as their future daughter–in–law.
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They had completely forgotten how, seven years ago, they were so impressed by my high education and my ability to help Jeremy’s career.
I didn’t want to hear another word, so I pushed the door open and walked
- in.
The three of them saw me, and their expressions shifted dramatically.
Jeremy was the first to react. He pointed at me aggressively and yelled, “Rosie, you finally back? All these days with no word, are you done with
me?
“If you keep throwing tantrums, I swear I’ll lock you out and won’t let you back in!”
I paused, then looked up at his self–righteous face.
It seemed he still hadn’t realized we were divorced.
Whenever I did anything Jeremy disliked, he used to lock me out.
It didn’t matter if it was freezing cold or boiling hot–or if I was barely
dressed.
Once, simply because I put less sugar in Lilian’s coffee, he immediately frowned and brutally ordered me to leave.
Then he and Lilian spent the entire night alone in the apartment. Their laughter from under the door chilled me to the bone.
Just then, Lilian walked out of the bedroom, dressed only in loose pajamas, rubbing her drowsy eyes as if she’d just been woken up by the noise.
She glanced at me and said impatiently, “Why are you so noisy? Just kick her out. Will she dare to say anything?”
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At her words, Jeremy’s eyes showed a fleeting moment of hesitation.
His parents, however, immediately backed Lilian up. “Exactly! A worthless woman like her, how dare she stay!
“Jeremy, you’re too soft–hearted. Rosie, that freeloader, would never dare defy you!”
Instigated by his parents, Jeremy’s eyes slowly filled with annoyance.
Finally, he turned his head and waved me away, like shooing a stray cat.
“Just go. Let me calm down for a few days. Lilian will be staying here with me.
“If you don’t behave, when I make up my mind to divorce you, you’ll be too late to cry!”
I sneered. “No need to wait.”
With their shocked eyes on me, I took two divorce certificates from my bag and slammed them on the table.
“As you wished, we’re divorced.”
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