After pacing back and forth in the room for a few times, he picked up his phone again, found my contact information, and typed. [Are you aware of your fault?]
He thought that, as before, the extension of time could smooth out our conflicts, and we could continue to play the love couple in peace.
He always compromised in unreasonable and self-righteous ways.
But this time, he was destined not to wait for my compromise. I stared at his stern eyes in a joking manner, expecting to watch him to be angry when he didn't get a response from me.
But I was wrong.
The next second, someone replied: [You are the one who is wrong. We have nothing to say to each other anymore. We are getting a divorce immediately.]
I was so shocked that my blood seemed to flow backwards. Even in my soul state, the fear was still like a spider web, trapping me in it.
That pervert was not satisfied with cutting me into pieces, he also took my cell phone and used my identity.
I had an elderly mother and a close friend. I was afraid of their situations and afraid that they would face the same tragic situation as me.
But I was powerless and couldn't even get away from Vincent.