I went to his company, but was told that Chasel was on a business trip.
I could call him successfully, but he never picked up.
Except for one. It was late at night.
A soft, sleepy female voice came from the phone, accompanied by the sound of a rubbing quilt.
I was in a panic and subconsciously hung up the phone.
It's Serena. Chasel was with Serena.
After this call, I sat at home for a whole night and forced myself to accept that perhaps Chasel and Serena were really childhood sweethearts.
Chasel had pretended for 11 years and he decided to drop the mask.
But why? Why should I step aside to make their love come true?
What about my love?
Chasel came back one day. He looked much thinner and had a stubbly beard, perhaps because of the tiring business trip. In a word, he became haggard.
I said fiercely, "I won't divorce with you unless I die."
Chasel was silent for a long time.
"Suit yourself."
I quarreled with Chasel frequently from then on.
Every time we quarreled or when he's not home, he would go to accompany Serena.
And every time he left, he would leave a divorce petition to me.
At first, I would throw the petitions into the trash. But gradually I numbly put them away.