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 to divorce me?” Lewis asked, reconfirming it.

her. It’s because I want to divorce you,” Josephine expressed, her eyes firm and resolute. She was serious about this.

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

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

back down and

card, his expression became tense again. He looked at Josephine with intense fury in his eyes.

asked in a surprisingly calm

the table and gestured, “All the

childhood until now, not just the money

can repay it over

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

unprecedented look of stubbornness on her face, Josephine took out the divorce agreement and placed it in front of him

we’re divorced, you can marry Sierra, and you

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

divorce agreement and threw it at her. The papers

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

with a calmer tone, “When you’ve

those words and turned to leave the villa.

a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. It was only then that the anger

How dare she bring up divorce with him?