What Separates Me and You

Chapter 8 Let’s Get a Divorce

Josephine pursed her lips and stared at him for a while before seemingly making up her mind.

She let go of his clothes and walked past him down the stairs, moving toward the sofa in the living room. She bent down, opened the drawer under the coffee table, and took out a divorce agreement that had been lying unnoticed inside.

Lewis trailed behind and caught sight of the papers too.

They had been there for a while now, but he never realized it. He had never even opened that drawer.

Suddenly, he looked at Josephine, his eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion.

She glanced back at him seriously, and everything she wanted to say was in her eyes—Let’s get a divorce.

All of a sudden, Lewis laughed in anger. “Are you throwing a tantrum?” he asked.

Josephine waved her hand in denial and signed, “I’m not trying to make you angry. I’ve been meaning to give you this for a long time.”

She had wanted to give it to him a long time ago, but she was struggling to muster the courage to bring it up. In that case, why was she doing it now? Was it because she was about to lose her friend, or was it because she had a fever so high that her mind was muddled? She wasn’t sure. But when she took it out, she felt a sense of relief. It was like pulling out a thorn that had been stuck in her heart.

that you want to divorce me?” Lewis asked, reconfirming it.

because I want to divorce you,” Josephine expressed, her eyes firm and resolute. She was

for a long time, then suddenly sat down on the sofa. “We can get a divorce, but you have to leave with nothing. All

The gloominess on Lewis’ face started fading away as he watched her retreating

she came back down

his expression became tense again. He

this mean?” he asked in a

on the table and gestured, “All the money you’ve ever given me is

you since your childhood until now, not just the money I’ve given you,”

can repay it over time,” she responded.

a mute. Once you leave this door, you won’t be able to survive on your

took out the divorce

we’re divorced, you can marry

but she still stiffly

The papers were scattered all over the ground, and her hands paused in mid-air.

with several red scratches from paper

and added with a calmer tone, “When you’ve paid

words and turned to

in the car, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. It was only then that the anger in his heart subsided

with him? He hadn’t even mentioned it yet, and