lease My Darling, Marry Me Again-
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Me and Tristan have been tormenting each other for almost ten years. He flaunts one lover after another, while I hold onto his assets with a tight grip. We both hold each other’s weakness, and no one is willing to back down first.
But today, I am ready to divorce him.
Because…I am dying.
I stared at the diagnosis report in my hand for a long time before calling Tristan. “Where are you?” I asked.
“Why do you care?” He retorted back.
Despite being married, we still treated each other’s whereabouts as an intrusion.
“Come home today,” I tapped the table. “I want a divorce.”
“Ha!” He sneered and hung up the phone. Well, I’ve used this tactic too many times before, mostly just an excuse to see him. Like a kid who cried wolf.
He didn’t believe me.
I waited for two days, but he didn’t come back. I looked at the diagnosis report that marked the end of my life and didn’t want to waste any more time. So, I picked up my bag and headed for
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the door.
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There’s another way to find Tristan, and I’ve tried it several times before. “Knock, knock, knock!” I knocked on the door in front of me. A delicate girl appeared before me. Her name is Katie, my husband’s favorite mistress.
“Mrs. Klein…” Her eyes were full of fear, as if I could tear her apart just by standing on the other side of the door.
“Tell Tristan to come home. I want a divorce,” I said to her with a smile.
“Tell him that among all his mistresses, I have the highest hopes for you. Maybe after we divorce, you’ll become the new Mrs. Klein.”
The delicate girl’s eyes turned red. “Mrs. Klein, I wouldn’t dare…”
“Stop making me sick and tell him quickly. If he doesn’t come home tomorrow, I’ll break into your house and smash everything. Understand?”
I turned and walked away, knowing that I would see Tristan tonight. He would be angry about me threatening his beloved Katie, and how could he bear it?
As night fell, he arrived in front of me, full of anger. “Didn’t I tell you not to bother Katie anymore?”
I poured myself a glass of wine and looked at him slowly. “So
Chapter 1: Let’s Get A Divorce what? What can you do about it?”
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He was furious but couldn’t do anything to me. He only said things I didn’t want to hear. “I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve. Katie is obedient enough. We don’t love each other anymore, but you won’t let me keep a lover I’m satisfied with?”
“Are you hoping everyone is as lonely as you are?” He added.
There was a loud bang as I smashed the glass in my hand.
He was right. I was lonely. That’s why I held onto him for all these years, even though we had no feelings for each other and wouldn’t get a divorce.
“Yeah, I’m in hell. How can you be in heaven?” I tilted my head and retorted.
I felt tired. For years, whenever I saw Tristan, we were always at odds with each other. What was the point?
I poured myself another glass of wine and sat across from him, placing the divorce agreement in front of him. “Sign it. Even if I have to go to hell, I don’t want to see you there.”
“We’ve hated each other during our lives, don’t let that continue after death!” Tristan stared at the divorce agreement, reading it over and over again. I watched him through the glass and realized he was still handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, and thin lips. Thin lips… hm. You know what they say about men with thin lips? They tend to be heartless.
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See, I couldn’t even talk to Tristan nicely anymore, even at the moment when I was ready to set him free, I couldn’t help but take a jab at him.
Feeling deflated, I slowed my voice and said, “Forget it, I agree.”
He took the agreement and walked out the door, “My assistant will come tomorrow to deliver the agreement. You should sign it as soon as possible.”
He had waited for this day for too long. I felt like he would have called his lawyers in the middle of the night to discuss whether I was tricking him or not.
I shrugged and said, “Okay, whatever, the faster the better.”
He still looked suspiciously at me and increased his condition, “I hope that after you take the money, you won’t live in L.A anymore. We should both have our own lives, right?”
I couldn’t help but feel a bitter taste in my mouth. I pushed him out and locked the door.
Out of sight, out of mind.
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