I didn’t know when they left the study room and when I came to my senses. I was the only one left in the study room and the damp smell in the room.
I walked back to the room and touched a used condom as soon as I sat down.
When I was watching in a trance and Stephan’s voice came from behind.
“Where did you go? I couldn’t find you just now.” Stephan pretended to hug me, with the sweet fragrance of a girl on his body.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I suppressed my nausea and quietly withdrew from his arms. “Divorce... I agree.”
The second half of Stephan’s words was stuck in his throat and he looked at me in disbelief. He turned around and saw the condom on the bed, his face suddenly changed,
"Natasha, this is what we did last time...”
"I know, it was you who used it."
I pretended not to care and threw the condom into the trash can. Stephan stood there, not daring to move. He squatted down, held my hand and said a lot of words to show his loyalty. But I couldn't listen to it at all.
The next day, we went to register for divorce. Until now, Stephan still held my hand and promised to remarry. I looked at the man acting in front of me and my heart was dead.