She immediately stopped what she was doing with Jude, an uncontainable joy crossing her face.
"You really agree?"
I smiled bitterly, agonized inside.
She really wanted this divorce.
It turned out that she had lost her feelings for me long ago, and I was the only one who was holding on, waiting like a fool for the day when the misunderstanding would be resolved.
If that was the case, why should I be sad? She was not worth it.
I took a deep breath and felt a burden lifted off my shoulder.
"Bring the divorce agreement. I'll sign it."
After hearing what I said, she pushed Jude away, got up and ran to the bedroom, and quickly took out the divorce agreement.
She couldn't wait to untie me, and I signed without any hesitation.
As I dragged my injured body away, she embraced Jude in joy, excited with the outcome.
I stayed in a hotel for the night, and received a call from her the next morning. We were getting the divorce finalized.
We were acting like strangers and didn't say a word to each other.
Just as I was about to take a taxi to leave, my cell phone rang.
"Hello, I'm from the police station. Is this Simon Lowe?"
"Yes, it's me."