A Divorce After My Rebirth by Gentle Rain in June

“Let’s get a divorce…”

The two people in the room had just gone through a passionate encounter, and Natalie Walker’s voice still held an irresistible charm in her voice as she lay weakly on the messy and luxurious bed.

With sweat-soaked strands of hair clinging to her exquisite face, a hint of desolation lingered in her expression.

She listened to the man’s fumbling as he dressed silently. Recalling how Cedric Johnson had initiated this act while being highly intoxicated, Natalie felt her stomach churn in disgust.

She had loved this man for ten years.

Now, there was nothing left to cherish.

Cedric paused abruptly in his actions, and he turned his cold eyes toward her.

“Divorce?”

“Yes!” Natalie said determinedly.

Having said that, she got out of bed and tried to stumble to the bathroom based on her memory of the place.

Cedric coldly stared at her for a moment. Eventually, he couldn’t bear it any longer and approached her.

“I’ll help you,” he said as he reached out to assist her.

hand away. However, that took her remaining

I don’t want your help.

with

instantly. His outstretched hand was frozen in midair, and the air

he

the ground, Natalie slowly got up. She looked to be in a wretched state as she continued

turned on the scalding hot water and repeatedly washed herself. Her fair skin quickly turned completely red from the heat and

could peel off every inch of skin that he had

fumbled toward the wardrobe. She hadn’t been blind for long, but she still hadn’t adjusted

only move forward slowly based

Natalie found a piece of clothing and put it on. She

heading to the

angrily, his joints cracking loudly

any longer, he suddenly got up, strode over

will you keep kicking up a fuss like this? Look at yourself! If we divorce, how will you

any relatives

get the courage to make

of his anger. She gently removed Cedric’s hand from her collar. Her

better as long as I’m

suddenly chuckled and murmured, “Ten

“What?”

for ten years—seven years of dating and three years of marriage. What did I get out of it? In the end, you took my eyes

was twisted and despicable. She had had enough of this man’s heartlessness. Even death didn’t induce despair as bad as staying with her

to leave this cage of suffering as soon as

demeanor