But there was no need for such a marriage that had been completely distorted to exist.
Why didn't Vincent want to give it up?
The door slammed. I slid to the ground, exhausted. My tears dropped to the floor.
We'd been married less than seven years.
I didn't know how long it took, but the sound downstairs was heard again.
The hurried pace made me irresistibly hopeful.
I wiped my face hurriedly, stood up and opened the door. The next moment, I was stunned. Before I could say a word, I was covered with my mouth and dragged into the room.
Vincent left for half an hour and then came back.
He omitted an important document.
He took the documents and hurried past the bedroom. He hesitated for a few seconds and then stepped back. "I'm on a business trip now and it will take half a month."
There was no sound in the room. Vincent knocked on the door twice, but there was still no response. He lost his patience. "Mia, you want a divorce? No way."
Then, he added angrily, "I will take Sharon with me on this business trip. I don't have an inappropriate relationship with her. You know who is at fault."
Just as he finished speaking, something slammed against the door.