Back home, I packed my luggage simply, printed a divorce agreement, signed it, and then turned to leave.
Just as I reached the door, I saw Matthew and Janet entering, laughing and talking.
Upon seeing me, his smile instantly turned into coldness.
He noticed the luggage in my hand and said coldly with a frown, "Cynthia, is it never enough with the divorce and running away from home?"
His tone was full of blame as if I was the one who had made a big mistake.
Janet stepped forward and explained to me in a gentle voice, "Cynthia, I've got a cold. Matthew was worried about my health, so he took care of me for a few days. I'm sorry for disturbing your family's tour. I'm here especially to apologize to you."
Although she said it was an apology, it was clear that she was here to show off Matthew's care for her.
Her eyes were as if to say, "Look, your husband will come for me at any time."
"Don't show off your affection in front of me. I'm not interested in your affairs."
I spoke indifferently, without a ripple in my tone.