Breaking Free from the Ex-Husband

Laurel hesitated for a moment, nodded and said “yes,” then turned and went out.

However, she didn’t go to bed. Instead, she just stood in front of the door, watching Heriberto outside through the peephole.

She didn’t know about Iris and Heriberto’s past, so there was no way she could know how much of a jerk Heriberto used to be.

Just felt that Heriberto was pretty pitiful now.

Didn’t you know, it was just like that saying, pitiful people always have something hateful about them.

From the afternoon till now, he had been waiting outside for seven or eight hours, not eating or drinking, and hadn’t left for even a moment.

But Iris didn’t soften up at all.

Outside the door, Heriberto clutched his stomach, which felt like there was a spiral blade churning inside. The pain made him sway, and even though he leaned on the door, he could barely stand.

He knew the people inside heard him knocking, they just didn’t want to open the door.

Thinking back on how Iris took care of him bit by bit, every stomach- friendly breakfast she made for him, every stomach–friendly dish she prepared, he just felt that he was really ridiculous now.

It was simply the biggest joke in the world.

0.00%

16:44

He hated himself.

Iris

couldn’t

he ask for Iris’s forgiveness? How could he still see

stomach hurt more and more, more and

sweat almost

“Knock knock-”

was extremely weak. He used all his strength to bang on the door again, “Ira,

he couldn’t stand

down in there, so

stayed in room 03. Go get his people

and hurried to do

doorbell for a long time, and no one in

seemed to have already

lying motionless in front of her door, his face pale as paper, hair on his forehead soaked with cold

16:44)

just walked to the coffee table in the living room, picked up the