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 asked, reconfirming it.

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

the sofa. “We can get a divorce, but you have to leave with nothing. All the money I’ve spent on you

gloominess on Lewis’ face started

down and handed a card to him.

at the card, his expression became tense again. He looked at Josephine with intense

asked in a surprisingly

placed the card on the table and gestured, “All the money you’ve ever given me

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

over

Once you leave this door, you won’t be able to survive on your own. How are you going to repay me?”

out the divorce agreement and

marry

frozen, but she still stiffly gestured out the last

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

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

a calmer tone, “When you’ve paid back the money, we can

and turned to leave the

car, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

divorce with him? He hadn’t even mentioned it yet, and she dared to bring