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.

want

want to divorce you,” Josephine expressed, her eyes firm and resolute.

sat down on the sofa. “We can get a divorce, but you have to leave with nothing. All the money I’ve spent on you over the years must be returned. Only

Lewis’ face started fading

came back down

became tense again. He looked at Josephine with

mean?” he asked in

and gestured, “All

spent on you since your childhood until now, not just the money I’ve given you,” he said in a low voice full of suppressed

it over time,” she responded.

able to survive on your own. How are

stubbornness on her face, Josephine took out the divorce agreement and

marry Sierra, and you two

she still stiffly gestured out the last half of the sentence—”be

divorce agreement and threw it at her. The papers were scattered all

down at her from above. Her fair complexion was marked with several red

gaze and added with a calmer tone, “When you’ve paid back the money, we can talk about divorce.”

words and turned to

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

up divorce with him? He hadn’t