Chapter 8
“Let’s get a divorce. I’ve already drafted the divorce papers and they will be at the house tomorrow. Remember to come back and sign
them.”
I didn’t wait for either of their reactions, nor did I give Damon a chance to speak. I walked straight out.
I grabbed my phone and requested leave from the department head before running out of the hospital.
Damon followed me. He ran much faster than I did and caught up with me just outside the hospital, pulling me into his arms.
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“Ashy, you…”
“Damon, get lost!” I turned around and slapped him hard across the face.
Damon tried to say something, but I stomped on his foot hard.
He cried out in pain and instinctively let go.
I walked away and got into a taxi. Damon’s figure quickly disappeared from sight.
Back home, I went straight upstairs and began packing my belongings. Since I had already proposed divorce, the first step was to separate.
I decided to move out of the house we had bought together and return to my father’s
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home.
As I hurriedly packed my things and was about
to leave, I ran into Damon, who had rushed
back.
He was sweating profusely; it was clear he was really worried. But seeing him only irritated me; I just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.
He scooped me up and threw me onto the sofa.
My suitcase fell to the ground with a thud.
Before I could speak, Damon kissed me. His kiss was fierce and painful.
I cursed at him, “Get off me, you bastard! You’re disgusting!”
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“I’m sorry, honey, please don’t divorce me.” It was rare to see him back down recently.
But Damon, I’m the one who’s heartbroken.
I shoved him away in disgust.
As I pulled my suitcase and walked out the door, Damon called after me, “Are you really leaving?”
I didn’t stop; I left without hesitation.
