Chapter 7 Packing Up
I thought he wouldn’t come back tonight, but to my surprise, he returned quite early. “Elsie, what are you doing?” He quickly walked up to me, staring at my fully packed suitcase. “Did you find the child?” I asked, closing the suitcase.
He didn’t answer and instead grabbed my suitcase. “Why are you packing?”
Plooked at him curiously. “Godfrey, I’m going abroad for training. My flight is tomorrow.”
Godfrey was stunned. “Going abroad for training? Why didn’t you discuss this with me?”
Pretorted, “Why should I discuss it with you? Can’t I make decisions for myself? Do I have to stay here every day ironing your clothes, cooking, and cleaning the house?”
He held onto the suitcase tightly and sat on the bed. “No, you can’t go.”
flooked at him coldly. “Godfrey, what right do you have to stop me?”
“Because I’m your husband!”
i’sneered. “Fine, then let’s get a divorce first.”
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When I decided to go to Toronto for training, I had already made up my mind to divorce him. Over the years, the thought of divorce had crossed my mind repeatedly. Every time he lost his temper at me, ignored me, left me for others, or belittled me, I thought about divorce. I endured it because I liked him. But now, I wouldn’t endure it anymore.
Godfrey froze completely and stared at me for a long time. “What did you say?”
“I said, let’s get a divorce,” I repeated patiently.
“Impossible!” He immediately refused and turned my body to face him. Seeing my indifferent expression and the coldness in my eyes, his eyes turned red.
“How can this be?”
“Elsie, I know you’re just angry, right? Haven’t you liked me for five years? Haven’t you always chased after me? How could you want a divorce?” fremained silent.
He seemed to be falling apart. “Elsie, I’ve been trying to consider your feelings. What more do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything from you. I just want a divorce.”
He pulled me into his arms forcefully, his voice trembling. “Elsie, how can you bear to divorce me? Don’t you love me anymore?”
thought perhaps that was true. I no longer loved him. In an instant, everything became clear to me.
How could one–sided giving be called love? How could constantly compromising oneself and accommodating the other be called love? Loving a man who couldn’t reciprocate my feelings was torture. In the past, my
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affection never received any response from Godfrey. Yet I stayed with him when he was dumped by his first love and when his company faced difficulties. I comforted him and married him out of my own wishful thinking and even wanted to have a child with him. Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was.
Although Godfrey didn’t want to divorce me, I still boarded the plane on time the next day.
After getting off the plane, I came to my new company. The liaison told me that my supervisor was in a meeting and asked me to wait in the conference room.
wasn’t until nightfall that someone finally entered the room. It was a young man.
He wore a white shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing a sexy collarbone and chest muscles. His muscles were well–defined. He was tall and upright, walking as if bringing a breeze with him. didn’t expect my supervisor Esmond to be so young.
He
sat down in the chair opposite me.
Feeling a bit nervous, I greeted him. “Hello, my name is…”
He interrupted me. “Elsie, right?”
