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As if stung by the mockery on my face,
Jason’s face turned pale.
He stood up from his chair and walked
towards me, each step seemed difficult.
“But I never regretted it, Sarah. I never
regretted marrying you. How could you regret
it? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t regret it?”
He was red–eyed, just like five years ago.
But this time. I wouldn’t soften.
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“You said that was before.”
People change, don’t they?
It was Jason who taught me that.
Now that the boomerang hit him, why couldn’t
Jason accept it?
Jason looked at me with hurt in his eyes.
He seemed to be looking for something in my
eyes.
Not finding it, he moved his trembling eyes
away and asked again:
“Sarah, you did all this because you’re still
angry, right?
You still love me, so you said those things,
right?”
He asked two “right“s in a row.
His eyes eagerly watched my expression.
But I was calm, and even frowned when I
heard his questions.
“Love? What’s that?”
Two people signing a divorce agreement
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what kind of love can there be?
Oh, I loved Jason before.
But didn’t he throw it away himself?
My eyes mocked him.
“I didn’t! Sarah, I didn’t, I love you, saying I wanted a divorce was just anger, I never
thought of divorcing you.”
Jason argued loudly.
He suddenly hugged me tightly, repeating it
over and over again.
He wanted my response.
After all, our hugs were always so strong.
But since Jason and Lily got together,
I couldn’t remember the last time I hugged
Jason.
Jason didn’t get a response.
He let go, only to see my indifferent
expression.
Jason started to panic; his hands on my
shoulders trembled and sweated.
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“Sarah, you can’t divorce me. If you dare
divorce me, you won’t get a cent.
And your mother, I won’t give the hospital
another cent, she’ll die.”
Jason “threatened.”
He seemed fierce and cold, but still couldn’t
hide the trembling and panic in his tone.
I looked up, calmly and indifferently staring
into his eyes.
“Jason, you don’t know yet, my mother
passed away.”
During our separation, I messaged him.
Before I could say anything, he blocked me.
Jason, your words can’t threaten me.
If I cared about money, I wouldn’t have
unhesitatingly been with you when you had
nothing.
But I still hate him.
He forgot our feelings.
He also forgot my mother’s care for him.
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Jason didn’t just wrong me;
He also wronged my mother.
