Chapter 4
He immediately laughed in anger.
“Hazel, you’re just a housewife. How will live after the divorce?”
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“None of your business,” I said, my resolve to divorce him growing stronger with his attitude.
“And what about our son? Are you just going to abandon him?”
“I don’t care anymore.”
Beside us, Yuna couldn’t hide the grin at the corner of her lips.
Noah now looked like an angry little lion. “Don’t care, fine! Who would want someone
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as vicious as you?”
Yuna hurriedly pulled Noah back, feigning concern. “Mrs. Watson, you shouldn’t say things like that. Noah’s still young, hearing that will hurt him.”
“Ari, you should talk some sense into Hazy. How did we end up here, talking about divorce?”
She bit her lip, trying to pull Adrian toward her.
He glared at me, rage burning in his eyes. “Divorce? Go ahead, then!”
With that, he dragged Noah and Yuna away.
I stared at their retreating figures and emphasized, “I’ll have the divorce agreement drawn up by a lawyer and delivered to your
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company. Make sure you sign it promptly.”
Adrian paused, but only for a moment before walking faster.
Yuna turned around, flashing me a triumphant smile.
I knew she was gloating, delighted that such a small needle had shattered fourteen years of my relationship with Adrian.
I held back my tears.
Exhaling the bitterness from my chest.
With a husband and son like this, there was really no need to feel sorry about the divorce, was there?
I stood in line to pay, but my mind couldn’t stop replaying the last fourteen years of my
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life.
The first year after graduation, I had Noah.
Once I had recovered, I wanted to go out and find a job, but everyone told me that Adrian made enough for us to live on, and that there was no need for me to work.
The child was still young, and needed his mother’s company the most.
I became a full–time housewife.
When Noah turned five, I realized I was slowly becoming disconnected from society.
My old friends had all built careers and gained a certain influence in society.
When we chatted, all I had to talk about were my child and husband.
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I remember one of my closest friends telling me, “You can’t keep going like this. No matter what, a woman needs her own job, or else she loses her value in society.”
I took her words to heart.
That very day, I searched for many companies.
But when they saw my resume, which only listed a decent education and no work experience, very few even considered me for an interview.
I was lucky to land an interview at a children’s education company.
But on the first day of my interview, Noah got into a fight at school.
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I couldn’t answer my phone, so the teacher called Adrian.
By the time I finished the interview and got home, Adrian was waiting for me, his face filled with anger, and Noah had a gash on his head.
“Is my money not enough for you? Why do you have to go out and stir things up?”
“Is it only when something happens to our son that you’ll finally behave?”
I was overwhelmed with guilt, and the thought of working outside vanished completely.
Every day, I found myself revolving around the kitchen and tending to the two of them.
But when did it happen? When did my
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once–soft little boy, who would hug me for kisses and say I was his favorite mom, suddenly start throwing cruel words at me?
And when did my husband, who used to surprise me with gifts and carefully tend to my feelings, become so indifferent that even if I were to die, he couldn’t be bothered to get in touch?
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