“Are you scared I won’t come back, or did you finally learn how to be a proper live-in husband for a rich family?”
She squeezed my cheek with satisfaction and laughed lightly. “How pleasant this feels.”
“As long as you behave yourself, I will never let anyone take your place.”
While speaking, Eulalie smoothly searched through a stack of gift boxes and pulled out a watch to place on my wrist.
“This is your reward.”
“Alright, stop being upset now. I know today is our tenth wedding anniversary.”
“Wipe your tears. I’ll take you out to celebrate.”
She said it lightly.
But she did not know that across these ten years, my tears had already dried out.
I pulled away from Eulalie’s touch and gave her the divorce agreement I had already readied.
“Eulalie, let us get a divorce.”
Eulalie paused briefly, then laughed even harder. “Stop playing games, Valerian.”
“You know it. We cannot get divorced.”
She squeezed my face, her hand sliding across my body.
At last, it rested over my chest.
“Go pack your things and come with me for the prenatal checkup.”
“Do not cause trouble for yourself.”
Back then, to stay with Eulalie, I cut off contact with my family.