After seven years of marriage, Ethan finally asked me for a divorce because of his mistress, Chloe. He said, "Vivian, she's different from other girls. She came to me pure and innocent." I nodded silently. I suppressed my inner excitement, terrified he'd see through me. God knows. If he didn't bring up divorce soon, I'd barely be able to hold back myself. Last night, billionaire Harrison forced me to be his girlfriend using eighteen different positions in bed. Now my whole body won't stop trembling. When I took the divorce agreement from Ethan, my whole body was shaking. "Vivian, I'm sorry for wronging you." Seeing my uncontrollable trembling, Ethan said somewhat helplessly, "This girl came to me pure and innocent. I need to give her what she deserves." "I understand." I nodded. My body still wouldn't cooperate—it kept trembling. Especially my legs. They were shaking like a sieve. But I didn't notice. I was focused intently on reading the divorce agreement. Ethan and I had been married for seven years. We'd been childhood sweethearts. We started dating in high school and got married right after college graduation. At the wedding, Ethan cried like a baby, saying he was blessed beyond measure to marry me. But in the third year of marriage, he had someone on the side. The first time I caught him, he panicked and begged on his knees for forgiveness. I forgave him. So there was a second time, a third time, an Nth time. But he said no matter how much he played around outside, I would always be his wife. Yet this time, he finally asked me for a divorce because of a mistress. I'd met the girl. Just twenty years old, delicate as could be. She loved calling Ethan in the middle of the night. Every call, she'd cry. She cried so much it broke Ethan's heart. To comfort the girl, Ethan spent less and less time at home. His sudden return today startled me. What if we'd run into each other? How embarrassing that would be. I'd started seeing someone on the side a year ago. Ethan didn't know. Not that I deliberately hid it—he just hadn't paid attention to me in a long time. Or rather, deep down, he didn't think I could ever betray him. I'd heard him on the phone with a friend: "Vivian? She can't live without me. No matter what I do outside, she'll still wait obediently at home for me." That moment, I suddenly started reflecting on myself. Why could he? But I couldn't? Why could he say so matter-of-factly: "It's normal for men to fool around outside." But I couldn't? After deep reflection and painful deliberation. I bravely stepped outside the shackles of marriage. My first affair was with Harrison, the heir to the Morrison fortune. That night he got in a fight at a bar. I was watching the excitement from the sidelines. As a bystander, I just commented: "Young people sure are hot-blooded." Then he caught me: "Lady, I'm even hotter in bed. Want to try?" I looked at his face—handsome despite being covered in bruises—and his well-developed pecs and firm, round ass peeking through his clothes. I boldly tried for one night. And that one try became impossible to shake off. Harrison's clinginess rivaled, even exceeded, Ethan's mistress. At first he only clung to me in bed. Gradually he pushed for more. He insisted I make things official with him. Like last night—this young master went crazy in the middle of the night and stormed to my house, demanding I make him my legitimate boyfriend. I didn't give in, so he tormented me all night long. If he hadn't had a business trip early this morning, he would've run right into Ethan. Ethan's phone kept ringing. Chloe couldn't hold back anymore and had called several times. Her voice was loud enough that I could hear. She was crying on the other end: "Why is this divorce taking so long? Is she refusing? You promised me you'd divorce her even if you had to leave with nothing. Are you lying to me?" Hearing the words "leave with nothing." My eyes lit up. Ethan coaxed her in a low voice: "Almost done. Be good and wait at home. I'll buy you the duck neck you love on my way back." "One hour. Maximum one hour. You must come back." "Okay." Ethan hung up. "Vivian, if there's no problem, just sign." Ethan urged me.
Actually, the divorce agreement wasn't bad. Ethan was giving me half the assets. You could see his sincerity. Originally, I would have accepted. But thinking of my current status and all these years of humiliation... Not taking advantage when you can brings a lifetime of bad luck. Not taking advantage of a scumbag brings eight lifetimes of bad luck. So in that moment, I pretended to be upset and said, "Ethan, back when Sterling Group almost went bankrupt due to poor management, I accompanied you to business dinners and drank until I had stomach bleeding, all to secure sponsorships and financing." "Vivian, that's all in the past. When love is gone, it's gone. You can keep my body but not my heart. Why bother?" Ethan tried to reason with me. "I think I should have a share of Sterling Group." I stated plainly. Ethan froze. He probably didn't expect I wanted Sterling Group itself, not him. "I want fifty percent of your original shares in Sterling Group, not the cash equivalent." "What do you want shares for?" Ethan asked, surprised. "Nostalgia, I guess." I said flatly. Ethan hesitated. To him, shares were naturally more important. He wanted absolute control of the company. Giving me fifty percent would mean he wasn't the majority shareholder anymore. "Fine." Ethan agreed readily. He probably figured that even if I had shares, I couldn't really participate in company decisions. "I want the cash too." I continued making demands. "Vivian, don't push your luck." Ethan clearly didn't want to. "Money is all I have left." I looked at Ethan. While you. You have great love. Seeing my bloodshot eyes and trembling body, Ethan reluctantly said, "Fine, I'll give it to you. But Vivian, don't come pestering me afterward." "It's a deal." Ethan quickly had his lawyer draft a new divorce agreement. I signed it readily. I rode in his car to City Hall. The moment I opened the passenger door, I saw large words stuck there: [This Princess's Exclusive Seat—Everyone Else Back Off!] Obviously not posted by me. Ethan noticed too and explained, "The girl likes to play around." "No problem, I'll sit in back." The ride was quiet. Ethan suddenly asked me, "Why aren't you talking?" I was looking at messages Harrison sent me. He'd just landed and was message-bombing me. [Landed safely.] [I miss you.] [Do you miss me?] [Every second away from you is torture.] [Give me official status when I get back, okay?] [What's good about that rotten cucumber Ethan? I'm more handsome, richer, younger, and have better stamina than him.] "Vivian!" Ethan's voice got loud. I frowned. "What?" "Who are you chatting with? Can't you hear me talking to you?" "What is it?" I asked, puzzled. "I said after the divorce, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me. After all, we were married. I'm not that unreasonable." Ethan repeated impatiently. "Okay." I nodded and agreed. The car fell silent again. Ethan couldn't help but speak again. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" "Then I wish you and her a long and happy life together." I said. "No need to pretend in front of me." Ethan was magnanimous. I wasn't pretending. Bitch and dog, forever together. Ethan suddenly said kindly, "Vivian, you should see more of the outside world. Your life is too narrow. Haven't you noticed you don't have any friends? "Like this, after divorcing me, can you even find your next man?" I laughed lightly. "We're getting divorced. My business is no longer your concern." "I'm worried about you being alone with no one to take care of you." "All these years, haven't I always been alone?" I said coldly. Ethan naturally understood my sarcasm. He paused. "I mean, I have lots of friends. Want me to introduce you to someone?" "Sure." I agreed generously. Ethan seemed stunned, then said, "Okay, when there's someone good, I'll introduce you." After reaching City Hall, we quickly completed the divorce registration. When we left, Ethan said he'd drive me home, but his mistress kept calling him, so he left in a hurry. I looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above, finally understanding what it meant to feel reborn. Over twenty years of feelings truly vanished in that instant.
I didn't tell Harrison that Ethan and I had registered for divorce. I couldn't really say why. Maybe I just never thought about making things official with Harrison. We were just playing around. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. But Ethan's mistress Chloe clearly couldn't wait any longer. On the fifth day after we registered for divorce, she posted on social media to mark her territory. We'd added each other on SnapChat at Chloe's initiative. At first I refused, but she was persistent. One day my finger slipped and I accepted. The photo showed her and Ethan holding hands, both wearing matching couple rings. It happened to be that day. A mutual friend of Ethan and mine was having a birthday party. We both went. Ethan brought Chloe along. Before I arrived, I heard a group of people joking in the private room: "When are you two having your wedding reception?" "Wait, did Vivian really agree to divorce? I remember she loved you to death, right? Her whole life revolved around you." "How did you convince Vivian not to cling to you desperately? Teach us, man." Before Ethan could speak. I answered frankly, "Fair distribution of assets." Everyone looked embarrassed when I appeared. The birthday person quickly smoothed things over and called everyone to the table. I was quite comfortable. But Chloe kept looking at me. Her eyes full of provocation. Finally unable to hold back, she stood up. "Vivian, Ethan lost so much divorcing you, and I didn't even complain. I just hope you won't keep pestering Ethan. Let me drink first as a sign of respect." She downed her glass. I ignored her. Chloe got unhappy. "Vivian, you're divorced from Ethan. Don't tell me you still have feelings for him?" "That's enough." Ethan called to Chloe. "Talk about this privately." "No, I want her to promise in front of everyone that she'll never bother us again." Chloe acted coy. "I just want you to belong completely to me." Her voice was soft and sweet. Ethan ate this up. He sighed. "Vivian, just give Chloe a promise to put her mind at ease." I glanced at Ethan. I'd almost forgotten, but suddenly remembered—once when he was drunk, he knelt on the ground saying he'd love me forever, that if I wanted the stars, he'd pluck them from the sky for me. This scene now was truly jarring. I smiled faintly. "Don't worry, I don't take trash." Ethan's smiling face instantly turned cold. Chloe didn't look much better either. I continued, "Let me correct you. When Ethan divorced me, he didn't lose much. It was all what I deserved. Also, half of what Ethan spent on you was my money. Not making you pay it back is my mercy. You should be grateful, not push your luck." "You!" Chloe's face turned red with anger. Ethan protected her. "Vivian, even if you can't accept divorcing me, there's no need to make things hard for the girl." "No hard feelings." I enunciated each word. "Stop being stubborn. I know you can't accept that I don't love you anymore..." The door suddenly burst open. A familiar voice rang out. "Sorry, I'm late."
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