Chapter 9 My Ex–Husband Tries to Kiss Me
After my mother passed away, I lived with my father. After I got married, my father stayed in our hometown alone. I wanted to bring him to live with us, but Godfrey always refused, saying it would be uncomfortable. No matter what happened between Godfrey and Sirena, it no longer affected my emotions. But he shouldn’t have gone to see my father.
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The phone rang suddenly. My father’s aged voice came through. He had been worried ever since he knew I was going to divorce Godfrey. “Elsie, I’m old and can’t take care of you. With Godfrey by your side, I’m relieved. But if you have made your choice, I respect your decision. I just want you to be happy.” Thinking of my father worrying about me alone at home, I was on the verge of tears. It wasn’t until I hung up the phone that the tears started to fall.
“Elsie, why are you crying?” Godfrey tried to reach out and wipe away my tears, but I slapped his hand away. “Shall I bring your father over to live with us?” I turned and walked away. He tried to pull me back again, but I shook him off. Finally, he lost his patience. “Elsie! What do you want? I quit my job to come find you! I moved all this luggage and drove for so long. I’m also very tired! I’ve apologized to you so many times. There should be a limit to your anger! Can you stop throwing a tantrum?”
It was so typical of him, self–centered and arrogant from beginning to end. This time he actually used force! He held me so tightly that no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t break free. “Godfrey, let go of me!”
Suddenly, another hand grabbed my other arm. I turned and saw Esmond. His deep blue eyes were looking at me. “Who is he?” Esmond asked without even glancing at Godfrey. With red eyes, I thought for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Husband? Ex–husband? Neither seemed quite right.
Godfrey looked at Esmond with hostility. “I’m her husband, and who are you?”
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“I’m her boss,” Esmond replied calmly, then looked at me. “Do you want to go with him?”
“No,” I replied immediately.
Godfrey shouted angrily, “This is between me and my wife. It’s none of your business.”
Esmond retorted, “Shouldn’t there be mutual respect between husband and wife? You disregard her reputation and wishes, pulling and yelling at her at her office. Do you have any respect for her?” Yes, respect. From the moment I met Godfrey until now, he had never respected me.
Godfrey stood there stunned. It seemed he had never considered this question before. Finally, Esmond and I left together.
Esmond asked if my arm hurt. I shook my head. “Thank you. We are going through a divorce. Don’t worry. I won’t let him affect my work.” Esmond’s expression softened a bit as he drove me home.
In the days that followed, Godfrey became increasingly excessive. He not only followed me into my house but insisted on cooking for me. He begged me not to divorce him. He even started suspecting my relationship with Esmond. “Elsie, why do you insist on divorcing? Do you have another man? Is it Esmond?”
Islapped him hard. “What nonsense are you talking about? He’s my boss.”
“Boss? Last time I felt something was off about the way he looked at you, and now he’s meddling in our affairs.”
f’looked at him with pity in my eyes. “Godfrey, you’re pathetic right now.” He is hysterical and unreasonable.
Godfrey hugged me tightly, trapping me in front of him, and forcibly tried to kiss me. In the struggle, I grabbed a glass vase from the cabinet and smashed it over his head.
