For ten whole years, my husband insisted on giving me a shoulder massage before bed. He gave me a terrible habit: without a shoulder rub, I couldn't fall asleep. Recently, however, he stopped. When I asked him for a quick massage, he brushed me off. "Your shoulders are too thick and tense. I can't even press down. Stop making things difficult for me." Our nine-year-old son laughed from the side. "Daddy's subtext is that you're too ugly now, Mom. He doesn't want to touch you." My husband didn't correct him. Instead, he let out a stifled chuckle. I stayed awake all night. When morning came, I asked him for a divorce. 1 At 5:30 AM, I woke up out of sheer habit. Ethan had his back to me, sleeping soundly. In the opposite room, our son's bedroom was completely silent. At 5:40 AM, I finished washing up and put on casual clothes. At 5:50 AM, I applied some light makeup. Because it had been so long since I last used it, a thin layer of dust had settled over my makeup palette. I'll never let it gather dust again, I promised myself. At 5:55 AM, I stood by the entryway, trying to choose a bag to take out. I didn't know when it happened, but my small Louis Vuitton purse had somehow been replaced by a cheap canvas tote. I searched for a while but couldn't find my old designer bags. Instead, tucked away in the deepest corner of the shoe cabinet, I found a brand-new LV Nano Speedy bag. The receipt inside was dated yesterday. The price was $2,500. I silently put the bag back, pretending I hadn't seen it. At that moment, a memory hit me. A long time ago, when Ethan's paycheck was delayed and we needed to pay for our son's tutoring, I had sold all the designer bags in my closet for cash. At 6:00 AM, I grabbed nothing but my phone and an umbrella, and walked out the door. Normally at this hour, I would be in the kitchen flipping pancakes and frying bacon, while rushing to wake up my lazy son. Looking back now, I couldn't believe I had repeated that mindless, exhausting routine for over five years. At 6:15 AM, I found a local, greasy-spoon diner and ordered a massive lumberjack skillet. It smelled incredible. For the first time in years, I could quietly finish a meal. I didn't have to bite off half a sausage and rush to find my son's school uniform, nor did I have to worry about my husband walking out, pinching his nose, and complaining about the smell of my food. I even ordered extra bacon and a side of loaded hash browns, indulging in a rare, unapologetic luxury. At 6:37 AM, Ethan called me. I put him on speaker, set the phone down, and continued eating. A voice thick with anger barked through the speaker: "Maya, where did you go?! Breakfast isn't made, the clothes aren't washed, you didn't bring the milk in, and where the hell did you put the tie I asked for yesterday? I'm rushing to work here!" In the background, I could hear our son's loud, whiny complaints: "There's nothing on the table! I specifically said I wanted blueberry waffles last night! Mommy failed her job, Daddy, you need to punish her!" Ethan's tone grew even more impatient. "Hurry up and get back here to cook! The school bus is coming soon. If he's late, it's entirely your fault!" I chewed my bacon, my expression unchanged. "I don't have time. Figure it out yourselves." He froze for a second, then asked in disbelief, "What did you say? You don't have time?" "Ha! Maya, do you have a fever? You're a stay-at-home mom, and you're telling me you don't have time to cook? Does that make any sense to you?" I lifted my mug, finished my coffee, and wiped my mouth in total satisfaction. I picked up the phone. "Let's end this here, Ethan. I'm done living this life. Let's get a divorce." 2 He paused, his tone shifting from angry to utterly annoyed. "Have you lost your mind? Is it early menopause or something? Asking for a divorce out of nowhere?" I slowly walked down the street. "You want a reason? Fine. The reason is that you won't rub my shoulders anymore. I want to find someone who is willing to rub my shoulders." He laughed in disbelief. "Just because of that?" "Yeah. Also, yesterday when I told you my sneakers were falling apart and I wanted a $40 pair of flats, you said no." He took a deep breath, suppressing his voice to issue a command: "Those shoes were almost fifty bucks. We aren't exactly rich. Our son is only nine, and we have a lot of expenses coming up. It's not like you don't have other shoes to wear. Why waste the money? Besides, it's the end of the month, I don't have that much cash on me." "Right. So I don't want to waste your money anymore. Let's divorce." I hung up the phone. A moment later, he sent me a text. [Leo is very unhappy with your performance today. He gave you a zero! Reflect on your actions! Also, I have a company dinner tonight, so I won't be home to eat.] I didn't reply. I just strolled around aimlessly, eventually finding myself inside a high-end luxury mall. A pair of shoes in a display window stopped me in my tracks. Three-inch, bright red stiletto heels. Stunning and elegant. The price tag read $1,200. Ten years ago, I would have bought them without blinking. But the Maya standing here today only had eighty dollars to her name. It was the weekly grocery allowance Ethan gave me. I still had ten days left in the month, and I had to ensure every meal had meat, vegetables, soup, and fruit. I didn't dare spend a single penny out of line. I saw a "Hiring" sign next to the window and walked in. The store manager looked me up and down for a few seconds and shook her head. "Miss, you're in the wrong place. The discount shoe mart across the street is probably a better fit for you." I looked at the "distressed" designer sneakers in her hands. They looked more ragged than the canvas shoes I had worn for ten years, yet the price tag was a staggering $3,500. She was packing them back into the box. Clearly, that specific style was a hard sell here. I kept my eyes on the hallway outside, spotting two familiar figures approaching. I turned back to the manager. "If I can sell those sneakers, will you give me those red heels in the window?" The manager raised an eyebrow. "A lot of people follow trends and look at these, but no one who sees the actual physical shoe can accept the design. We only have this one pair in stock, and no one has bought them. If you can actually sell them, I'll pay for the red heels out of my own pocket." Her eyes gleamed with haughty arrogance. I held out my hands and smiled. "Let me try." She hesitated, then sighed. "Whatever, it's a slow day. Give it a shot. If you can't sell them in two hours, please leave. And I'm not paying you an hourly wage for this." I nodded. Just as I put on a store blazer, customers walked in. A handsome, dashing man and a young, charming woman. Between them was a little boy. The man and woman were each holding one of his hands. The woman was carrying a beautiful bag—the exact Nano Speedy bag I had seen in the shoe cabinet this morning. The little boy looked up at the man. "Daddy Ethan, today is Mommy's birthday. You're not just going to give her a little purse, are you?" Ethan ruffled the boy's hair and smiled. "Do I look like a cheapskate?" He then gently massaged the woman's shoulders and said softly, "Chloe, pick whatever you want. It's on me." Chloe smiled and used her eyes to point at the red heels in the display. "I think those look nice, but they're a bit expensive." Ethan walked over, took one look, and waved it off. "It's just twelve hundred bucks. Sales associate, wrap these up." I stepped out from the back. "I'm sorry, but those shoes have already been reserved. A woman with such outstanding elegance like yourself... why not try this pair instead?" The moment I appeared, all three of them froze, their eyes widening in shock. Ethan's face drained of color, his lips trembling slightly. 3 He stood in front of me, completely at a loss for words. Beside him, Chloe instinctively hid the LV bag behind her back. In that suffocating silence, the little boy fearlessly pointed at me and announced, "It's the nanny! Daddy Ethan's nanny!" Chloe hurriedly covered his mouth and offered me an awkward smile. "Toby is still little, he doesn't remember things well. I've told him so many times that you are his senior's wife, but he always gets it wrong." The boy stuck his tongue out at me. "Who told her to be so chubby? She looks just like a maid." Ethan frowned and spoke up. "Our two companies are having a joint dinner tonight. Chloe and I are old college friends, so we decided to stroll around beforehand and buy Toby some things." "Since it happens to be Chloe's birthday, I'm just accompanying her to buy what she needs first." As he spoke, he seemed to gain confidence, as if he truly believed he had found a flawless excuse. He continued, "Since you're working part-time here, just wrap up those red shoes. Tell the other customer you're refunding them." "I can't refund them." "It's just a pair of shoes. Why can't you refund them?" "Because the person who reserved them is me. And I don't feel like refunding myself." We stared at each other. He was speechless. I smiled and turned to Chloe. "Ms. Chloe has such gorgeous legs, honestly, flats would look even better on you, and they won't hurt your feet. This pair, however, is our store's flagship piece. It demands a very high level of aura and elegance from the wearer." Chloe pursed her lips and looked at Ethan. Then, she walked over to the sofa, sat down, and extended her foot. "Then let me try them on." I ignored the provocation in her eyes, knelt down, and helped her slip on the $3,500 "distressed" sneakers. "The size is perfect. It looks amazing. Everyone in the high-fashion world loves this aesthetic, and the price is quite reasonable." Ethan lowered his voice to scold me. "What kind of taste do you have? Those look like they were dragged through dog crap! If Chloe wears those outside, people will think she's a beggar!" I gasped in mock surprise. "Sir, if you aren't in the fashion industry, you wouldn't understand. This is the hottest shoe among major influencers right now. Ms. Chloe is so trendy, I'm sure she knows a masterpiece when she sees one." I pointed to my phone propped up behind me. "Even my TikTok livestream viewers are saying it looks great." Her brow twitched as she forced a stiff smile. "It... it does look quite nice. Wrap them up. How much are they?" I smiled. "Three thousand five hundred. Very affordable. For a wealthy woman like you, that's probably just the cost of a casual dinner." Her smile was practically sliding off her face. But I had already swiftly boxed up the shoes and handed them to her. "Will that be card or Apple Pay?" Chloe looked at Ethan. Ethan's expression was incredibly unnatural. "I already told you I'm buying you the red ones. Put those ugly things away, don't make things difficult for Chloe." I laughed. "You want the red ones, sir? I'll wrap them up for you right now." With that, I turned to the livestream and said, "This gentleman wants to buy these red heels for his wife at home!" The chat went wild. [Wait, so that woman next to him isn't his wife?] [Is he cheating?!] [Watch, if he pays for the other woman, he's definitely a cheater!] Quickly, the red heels were boxed up as well. With a rigid face, Chloe tapped her card and paid the $3,500. She didn't say another word. She grabbed the shopping bag, took her son's hand, and stormed out. Ethan swiped his card for the $1,200 red heels. His face was thunderous, but he remained utterly silent. In less than ten minutes, the store had made nearly five thousand dollars in sales. The ecstatic store manager immediately transferred the equivalent value of the red heels to my account. She even tried to convince me to stay and work full-time. Ethan grabbed my arm and dragged me out. "She's a housewife! She doesn't need to work!" I shook off his hand and politely declined the manager's offer. Because I didn't know what kind of career I wanted yet. The rest of my life was long. I refused to waste my limited time on something I wasn't passionate about ever again. 4 After sending a few rapid-fire texts on his phone, Ethan caught up to me. "Great. You refuse to cook just so you can come here and hustle for shoes? Is that all you have in your brain? Shoes?" I didn't answer. I walked into a clothing boutique, intending to buy myself a couple of new outfits. He pinched the bridge of his nose, speaking with exasperated resignation. "I know you're misunderstanding my relationship with Chloe again." "How many times do I have to tell you? She was an underclassman in my college program. We were good friends back then. We coincidentally ran into each other during a recent project, so we've been interacting more." "She was just abandoned by her ex-husband. She was forced to find a job and was being bullied by twenty-something interns. I felt bad for her, so I helped her out a bit." I gave a half-smile. "So, you drop two and a half grand on a designer bag without a second thought? You massage her shoulders in public?" He opened his mouth but hesitated. After a long pause, he squeezed out a sentence: "Fine, I'll buy you the exact same bag. Will that make you happy?" I had seen this attitude from him entirely too many times. Six months ago, Chloe visited our house for the first time. From that day on, the lingering scent of her rose perfume never left my home. It was also around that time that the quality of Ethan's shoulder rubs began to decline. First, the speed slowed down. Then, the pressure became lighter. Finally, the duration shortened... I slowly started losing sleep. During the day, I felt lethargic and powerless. When I brought it up, he accused me of picking fights over nothing. Whenever he threw a temper tantrum, I became unhappy. And whenever that happened, he would buy some cheap trinket to appease me. Now, I was utterly exhausted by this dynamic. I sent him a screenshot. "There were people who recognized you in the livestream just now. You're currently up for a promotion. If rumors of an illicit affair spread, you'll probably get pushed out." "Right now, everyone is guessing you're having an affair. Unless we're divorced, there is no legitimate reason for the two of you to be together in a shoe store like that." He rubbed his temples. "Can you stop making a scene? We have a son. Do you think I don't know what you're plotting? You're just paranoid and trying to use this trick to sever all my social connections!" "Let me make this perfectly clear: Chloe and I have a completely innocent relationship. And stop using divorce to threaten me, because I don't believe for a second that you'd abandon our son." "If you insist on a divorce, fine. I get custody of Leo, and you'll never see him again for the rest of your life." I nodded. "Deal. Let's do it." He froze. "You're completely unreasonable!" He stormed off in a rage. He didn't buy a single thing for our son, despite his earlier excuses. I shopped until eight o'clock that night before heading home. As soon as I opened the door, I heard Leo grunting and making aggressive slicing noises. I thought he was playing a video game. I turned my head and saw him using a pair of scissors to frantically slash at a Louis Vuitton bag. When he saw me, he scoffed coldly and threw the shredded, ruined bag at my feet. "Daddy bought this for you! It was super expensive, over two thousand dollars! But you didn't cook for me today, and you didn't help me with my homework, and you made me eat instant ramen for dinner! I have to punish you!" With that, he picked up a slipper and hurled it directly at the mangled bag. "I'm punishing you by making sure you don't get the bag! Hmph!" I looked at him calmly. "Do you think using that tone with your mother is appropriate?" The corner of his mouth curled up as he clicked his tongue. "What kind of mother are you? Someone like Aunt Chloe is a real mother. She's pretty, she smells nice... Having a mom like that go to my parent-teacher conferences would actually give me some dignity." The very last, tiny spark of hope in my heart was permanently extinguished. I asked him, "Where's your dad? Why didn't he come home to cook for you?" He threw his hands up. "He didn't come home! A delivery guy brought this bag. Daddy is busy with work, of course he doesn't have time to come home. He's not like you, lounging around all day doing absolutely nothing!" I asked again, "Did he tell you to eat instant ramen?" He put his hands on his hips. "Daddy is working overtime! He doesn't have time to cook for me! Besides, that's your job, you can't just push everything onto him!" I let out a soft laugh. "Do you really believe he's working overtime?" He shrugged. "What else would he be doing?" I waved him over. "Come on. I'll take you out to eat." He lifted his chin high, like a victorious general. "I want fried chicken!" "No fried chicken. I'm taking you to a steakhouse." He got excited. "The really expensive one downtown?" "Yes." Half an hour later, we arrived at the entrance of the restaurant. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ethan and Chloe were sitting across from each other. He was attentively wiping her mouth with a napkin. At the same time, his other arm was wrapped around a little boy who was playfully climbing on his back. It was Chloe's son, Toby. Ethan generously handed his own phone over to let the boy play games. The little boy kissed Ethan on the cheek and laughed, "Daddy Ethan, you're the best." In that exact split second, Leo bolted from my side and charged through the doors. 5 The moment I turned my head, I heard the sound of chairs crashing to the floor inside. Children were wailing, and people were screaming. "He's not your dad! He's my new dad!" Then came Leo's ear-piercing shrieks. I had no desire to watch the fallout. I turned around, walked straight into the elevator, and left. After returning home, I packed my luggage and headed to the train station that very night. My train wasn't until the next morning, so I booked a cheap motel room nearby for the night. Ten years of exhausting domestic labor had left my neck and shoulders stiff and knotted. Sleeping on the uncomfortable motel pillows was akin to torture. I tried to massage my own shoulders to release the tension, but I couldn't get the angle right. Unable to sleep, I simply sat up, leaned against the headboard, and closed my eyes. The moment I shut my eyes, Ethan's words from the past echoed hauntingly in my ears. "I'm so lucky! I can't believe you actually married me!"* "Work is too tiring, just quit. From now on, you stay home with the kid, and I'll go out and make the money."* "You worked so hard today. From now on, I'll rub your shoulders for thirty minutes every single night so you won't be too tired."* "I'm sorry. It's because my salary is too low that you have to work so hard."* "Once we're financially stable, I'll hire a nanny for you. By then, your shoulders won't hurt anymore."* I had completely lost my mind to those sweet nothings. Every night, I subconsciously waited for him to come home and rub my shoulders; only then could I fall asleep. Later, as he climbed higher and higher up the corporate ladder, he came home later and later. The thirty-minute shoulder rubs dwindled to ten minutes. I didn't dare complain. I endured it, year after year, until he finally got his massive promotion. His salary was six times what it used to be. That day, he said he was bringing someone home for me to meet. I thought he was finally fulfilling his promise to hire a nanny. I couldn't help but share the joyous news with all our neighbors. But that evening, he walked in with Chloe and her son. At the time, Chloe's face was bruised, and she was holding her crying child. Ethan didn't consult me at all. He immediately set them up in the guest bedroom. "Chloe has had a hard life. Her ex beat her up like this. Since I ran into her, I can't just sit back and do nothing. Let her stay here for a while." And just like that, the promise of a nanny was indefinitely shelved. Chloe lived in our house for forty days. She loved roses, so every corner of the house was stuffed with rose bouquets. Pollen made me sneeze uncontrollably, so she would "thoughtfully" hand me a medical mask. I cooked a four-course dinner with soup; she said she only ate plain white rice. Afterward, Ethan inexplicably complained that my cooking was too greasy and unhealthy. I was used to cleaning the house right after dropping Leo off at school. More often than not, I'd find her just waking up, laying a yoga mat in the living room to stretch. When she saw me grab the vacuum, she would smile and put a finger to her lips, gesturing for me to be quiet. I had to switch to a broom. Naturally, the chores took much longer. When Ethan came home for lunch, he'd find me still cooking in the kitchen. He would scold me for being inefficient and delaying his meal. Whenever that happened, Chloe would put down her book and walk over to defend me. "Ethan, stop scolding Maya. I've heard that people with a heavier body weight expend more energy doing things than slimmer people." Ethan would look me up and down, then sigh heavily. It was from that night onward that his shoulder rubs became filled with resentment. "Why is your back so thick? Do you do anything all day besides eat?" "You're as stiff as a rock. It annoys me just looking at you!" "Can't you learn some yoga from Chloe? You're only one year apart, but she looks like she could be your daughter!" So, the next day, I actually tried doing yoga with Chloe. Because I hadn't worked out in so long, my limbs were incredibly stiff. But I still followed the video instructions and finished the routine. When I was done, I suddenly noticed Chloe sitting on the side, laughing. She had recorded my entire clumsy workout and posted it online, where netizens mercilessly mocked me, comparing me to a struggling pig. In reality, I wasn't even that overweight. But the angles she used perfectly magnified all my flaws. That day, I exploded. I kicked her and her son out of the house. Ethan got into a massive screaming match with me, calling me petty and cruel. That was the very first time I seriously brought up divorce. In the end, he coaxed me back with our son and a cheap necklace. Thinking back on it now, I was so pathetic. This time, I would not compromise. When I opened my eyes to daylight, I caught the 8:00 AM train to the suburb where Ethan's parents lived. 6 Out of everyone I had met in Ethan's life, his parents were the most reasonable and principled. It was precisely because I had met them that I finally agreed to marry Ethan. Over our ten-year marriage, they had never once intruded on our lives, but whenever we needed help, they were there in a heartbeat. This time, I didn't waste words. The moment I saw my mother-in-law, I stated my purpose. I didn't come empty-handed. I showed them all the video clips I had silently recorded over the past few weeks. After watching everything, the two elders sat in front of me in complete silence for a long time. Tears welled up in my mother-in-law's eyes. She looked at me and said, "Maya, our family has failed you. If you are determined to get a divorce, I support you. But are you truly willing to leave your child?" I placed the jade bracelet she had given me on my wedding day on the table in front of her. "The child looks down on me. And... I'm exhausted." My mother-in-law picked up the bracelet and dialed Ethan's number right in front of me. The moment it connected, Ethan's frantic voice blasted through the speaker. "Mom! I was just about to call you! Is Maya with you?! I've been looking for her all night and I can't find her anywhere!" My mother-in-law's face was ice cold. "You know exactly what you did to drive such a wonderful wife away!" Ethan paused, then let out a long sigh of relief. "She must have contacted you, which means she's there. Put her on the phone." "In your dreams! You ungrateful bastard! Have you forgotten every piece of decency and morality I taught you? A married man tangling with another woman—you're not just slapping your own face, you're slapping mine and your father's!" Ethan sounded exasperated. "Mom, I'm begging you, don't just listen to her one-sided story, okay? I'm just taking care of Chloe like a brother would, there is absolutely nothing else going on. It's Maya's paranoid delusions." My mother-in-law pointed a furious finger at him on the screen. "If you hadn't left a trail of filth, what would she have to be paranoid about?! You are the root of the problem! Your father and I have been married for fifty years, why don't I ever have paranoid delusions?!" A heavy sigh echoed from the other end. "Mom, I can't explain everything to you right now. Just tell Maya that what she did last night—instructing Leo to beat up another kid—was incredibly serious! Chloe's son was beaten terribly, he's currently in the hospital! "But, Chloe said she won't hold it against Leo. She said he's just a child and doesn't know better. As long as he apologizes properly, she'll let it go. "And guess what? Not only did Leo refuse to apologize, but he also cursed at me. Now he's locked himself in his room, refusing to eat or go to school! "Compare the two of them! They're both mothers! Chloe raised her son to be so well-behaved and polite. But Maya? She actually let her son beat someone up in public, completely humiliating his own father! "I've made up my mind. For this to be resolved, Maya must come back and personally take our son to apologize. Tell her to get her ass back here immediately!" My mother-in-law abruptly ended the FaceTime call. She blocked and deleted his number with a single tap. Moments later, Ethan's call came through to my father-in-law's phone. My father-in-law answered with a stony expression. His first words were: "Congratulations, you ungrateful wretch. Not only have you lost your wife, but you've also lost your mother. Neither of them recognizes you anymore." "Dad, even you don't believe me?" My father-in-law scoffed. "Regardless, I would never bring a single woman into my home to live. You are an absolute embarrassment to me." "You can't force a twisted melon to be sweet. If you're still a man, respect the woman's wishes and go finalize the divorce papers." Ethan immediately retorted, "Divorce?! We have a child together, why would we divorce?!" My father-in-law frowned. "What, you want to keep eating from the bowl while staring at the pot? Have you no shame?!" With that, he also hung up the video call. Even though they both acted incredibly decisive, they were ultimately his biological parents. After a long pause, my mother-in-law asked me, "Child, if Ethan and that woman truly are innocent, would you be willing to give him one more chance?" I stared at the desperate hope in her eyes and remained silent for a long, long time. 7 Having barely slept for two days, I fell asleep sitting in a chair for two hours. I was jolted awake by an excruciating pain in my stiff neck—it hurt so much I could hear my own heartbeat. Just as I thought I was going to pass out from the pain, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over my head, snapping me wide awake. Clutching my neck, I sat up and saw my son's mischievous, victorious face. "Sleeping in the middle of the day! Mommy is a huge, lazy pig!" Some people's cruelty is innate. I suspected my son was exactly that kind of person. No matter how many times I taught him manners and politeness, he would pretend to listen and then do whatever he wanted behind my back. After Chloe appeared, he became even more brazen. At this moment, he jumped in front of me, hands on his hips. "Prisoner Maya, I'm warning you! If you don't start doing your chores properly, I'm voting for Aunt Chloe! I won't let you be my mommy anymore!" "Hehe, scared now, aren't you? Let me tell you, you have a rival! Your rival is much prettier than you! You need to reflect on yourself, dress prettier, so Daddy won't like Toby instead!" He seemed to blame Ethan's fondness for Toby entirely on my inability to keep a man's attention. I had never taught him these things. His cruelty truly was a natural talent. I turned my head to look outside the door. Ethan stood there coldly, watching me get drenched, looking at me as if I were a criminal. My mother-in-law happened to come downstairs, saw the scene, and rushed over with a towel to dry my face. She then ushered Leo away, telling Ethan and me to have a proper talk. I had no desire to talk to Ethan, so I walked straight outside. He followed silently behind me. After walking for a while, we reached a small, quiet riverbank. Once there was no one around, he finally spoke. "I have never met anyone as malicious as you." I stopped in my tracks. His tone was like a judge delivering a harsh verdict: "Yesterday was Chloe's birthday. She felt a party would be too loud, so she invited me to a nice steakhouse. Without asking a single question, you acted on your own paranoid delusions and let Leo publicly scream at her, calling her a homewrecker." "Now she's lost her job, her son is injured, and she hasn't slept all night. Are you happy now?" I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "So what? You feel guilty?" Meeting my intense gaze, his eyes darted away. "I feel guilty for you!" "I've thought it over. We are the ones who wronged her. So, until she finds a new job, her living expenses will be covered by you as an apology." "I know you don't have any money, so I will pay for it!" I was sick of listening to him. I waved my hand dismissively. "We split our marital assets fifty-fifty, and we get a divorce. As for how you spend your money after that, do whatever you want. Right now, don't even think about it." His eyes widened in shock. Then, he shook his head and took a step back. "Even now, you still want a divorce? Maya, you are being completely unreasonable. I know I'm innocent! I won't entertain this nonsense with you!" I don't know why, but his voice suddenly sounded further and further away. I could only see his lips moving incessantly. Then, my body uncontrollably tilted to the side. In that instant, the furious tension in his face vanished, replaced by sheer panic, as he desperately lunged toward me.
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