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I had stayed in Santa Clara for a month, and the winter in Santa Clara came even faster. When I stepped on the land of L.A, I even felt a little warm.
“Why did it take you so long to get here?” Tristan’s face wasn’t looking too good.
I lazily yawned and glanced at him before walking inside. My eyes bulged when I saw
“What the hell, you brought your lover on our divorce date? Do you plan to marry her right after this?” I looked at Katie standing behind him, scared and timid, and my heart was annoyed by the words with thorns.
“Have some decency. Katie is not feeling well today, I’m going to take her to the hospital after this.”
I covered my hands, feeling even more annoyed, “Oh, alright. You take her to get checked first, I’m not in a hurry.”
Tristan grabbed me, “Hurry up, don’t give me any more trouble.”
I stubbornly stayed still, “You’re still forcing me? Are you not embarrassed in front of so many people?”
Katie started to cry again behind him, quietly saying, “Please,
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don’t fight, don’t fight.”
I felt a wave of nausea in my chest. “Tristan, if you hadn’t
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treated me so badly, I would have divorced you right away. Now either you knock me out and do the paperwork, or you can get lost!”
Tristan’s face turned a deep red from anger and he glared at me before dragging Katie away.
My chest was still heavy with emotion. I thought for a moment and then bought a baseball bat, feeling that it would be suitable. I then got into a taxi and went to Katie’s place.
I called a locksmith and the property manager.
“Who is the owner of this house?”
The property manager answered respectfully, “Mr. Tristan Klein.”
I smiled and showed my marriage certificate. “I’m his wife. Please open the door for me.”
The locksmith opened the door quickly and I sent them away before striding inside.
Tristan had always liked taking photos with her, although he never smiled. We rarely took photos after graduating because Tristan was always busy. Thinking back, how did our marriage fall apart?
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We first slept back to back, then in separate rooms, and finally he moved out all together.
I circled around and gently broke a jade ornament, which my grandmother had loved before she passed away. I had originally bought it to give to her. Who would have known that life is unpredictable and she didn’t make it through that winter.
No wonder I couldn’t find it. It turned out that it was taken away by Tristan to please his lover. Gross.
“Hmph!” I no longer hesitated and swung the bat in
my hand with a loud noise, quickly destroying all the decorations in the
room.
Perhaps I used too much force, as “pa ta pa ta” liquid started to drip onto the floor. My nose was bleeding again. I looked up wiped away the blood, then looked down and met the shocked
and
gaze of Katie and the angry gaze of Tristan.
“Abigale!”
“Ugh!” I pretended to vomit, “Don’t call my name, it makes me want to puke.”
I pointed the baseball bat at Tristan’s chest and said slowly, “Tomorrow, we meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau.”
I had made my point and I no longer wanted to stay in this marriage for a day longer.
“Abigale, I’ve really put up with you for so long!” Tristan’s
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temples bulged with anger and he pressed me against the wall corner. My nose started to bleed again and I tilted my head to push it back.
“What’s wrong?” Tristan’s grip suddenly loosened and I stepped back easily.
“I’m getting a nosebleed because you pissed me off with
your little lover.” I said to him, holding a baseball bat on my shoulder, “Tristan, I’ve been putting up with you for so long, hurry up and divorce, let’s not see each other ever again in this lifetime.”
Next lifetime… let’s not see each other either.
It’s too painful, really… too painful.
With the lesson of the last time, Tristan came alone the next day, without saying a word, we signed the documents and put down the stamp, we finally got the divorce certificate.
Tristan didn’t want to say anything more to me, he turned around and left without looking back.
I watched his back for a long time, suddenly I thought of a winter night a long time ago, when he put a warm hot water bag into my hands and said, “Abby, you go first, I’ll watch you leave.”
Those warm hands, those fiery eyes, kept me from feeling cold on those winter nights.
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Letting out a sigh, I wiped away my tears and got on the train leaving LA.
Tristan, we probably… won’t see each other again.
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