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.

of Avery that you want to divorce me?” Lewis

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

you have 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.”

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

down and handed

tense again. He looked at

asked in a

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

until now, not

it over time,” she

“You’re a mute. Once you leave 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

we’re divorced, you can marry

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

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

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

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

left her with those words and turned to leave the

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

woman had her own temper now. How dare she bring up divorce with him? He hadn’t even mentioned it