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.

you want to divorce me?” Lewis

of her. It’s because I want to divorce you,” Josephine expressed, her eyes firm and resolute.

to leave with nothing. All the money I’ve spent on you over the years must be returned. Only then will I agree to the divorce.”

ran back upstairs again. The gloominess on Lewis’ face started fading away as he watched her

she came back down and handed a card

tense again. He looked at Josephine with intense fury in his eyes.

he asked

the card on the table and gestured, “All the money

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

it over time,” she

you leave this door, you won’t be able to survive on your own. How are you

unprecedented look of stubbornness on her face, Josephine took out the divorce

we’re divorced, you can marry

hands paused for a moment as if they were frozen, but she still stiffly

it at her. The papers were scattered all over the ground, and her

complexion was marked with several red scratches from paper cuts, which stood out even more vividly against her disheveled

gaze and added with a calmer tone, “When

her with those words and turned to leave the villa.

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

now. How dare she bring up divorce with him? He hadn’t even mentioned it yet, and