Lilian raised her legs and straddled the man's waist, "I want to do it in your wedding room."
"Little devil!" Stephan slapped her on the butt, which was loud and harsh in the empty living room.
The door handle I held was as cold as ice.
Standing outside the door, I just felt that Stephan was dirty to the core. It was the kind of dirt that could never be washed away. But what made me even more sad was that compared to Stephan, I was the one who made the mistake and fled. I even wished from the bottom of my heart that I had never seen it all.
I took out the divorce agreement from my bag, flipping through it while thinking about the eight years between Stephan and me. My tears seemed to be unable to flow away. I held the divorce agreement in my hand and those black and white words were like sharp arrows piercing my eyes. It hurt, but it made me sober.
So he wanted to divorce me for Lilian? I couldn't help laughing, feeling that Stephan was so scheming.
The letter from the unit was sent back to my mobile phone and the date on it was to leave for Tibet three days later. There were constant messages in the group, all saying that they would practice for me.