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.

because of Avery that you want to divorce me?” Lewis asked, reconfirming

divorce you,” Josephine expressed, her eyes firm and resolute. She was

suddenly sat down on the sofa. “We can get a divorce, but you have to leave

back upstairs again. The gloominess on Lewis’ face started

came back down

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

asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

the table and gestured, “All the money you’ve

money that was spent on you since your childhood until now, not

it over

won’t be able to survive on

stubbornness on her face, Josephine took out the divorce agreement

we’re divorced, you can marry

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

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

her from above. Her fair complexion was marked with several red scratches from paper cuts,

his gaze and added with a calmer tone, “When

and turned to leave the villa.

the car, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep

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