[Divorce, divorce, we'll freaking divorce! I am so done with you.]
Staring at the forms in front of her, Xin Luoxia felt like she was given a slap on the face. 5 years of hard work, of coaxing her husband when he was in a bad mood, of cooking every single day only to be eating it by herself, of cleaning the house but never receiving a single thanks, of meeting the in-laws and being bathed in disdain for not bearing a child; finally, she feels like she's woken up to reality.
This man, will never love her, will never cherish her, will never look at her twice. She was dancing in the palm of his hands, like a fool. They must all have seen her as a fool.
She let out a bitter smile. She truly was a fool.
"Is there any problems? If not, sign it quickly, I still have work to do."
Cold and indifferent, that's who this man, Liu Wusheng is. Sharp brows and narrowed eyed, thin lips and a noble nose. His looks drew countless women and men to topple at his feet for the chance of a single glance. And she, an orphan, only had the chance of marriage because of her late parents.
Now that was gone too. But it was fine, divorcing would give her enough to live freely with as long as she didn't squander it away like a foolish second generation.
She didn't want to work so hard anymore. She didn't want to cherish someone else and forget herself. She knows now that marriage won't last forever, love will wane with neglect and time; the only one who could cherish and love you was yourself.
Xin Luoxia picked up the pen, hand slightly trembling. Could she do it? Give up the life she'd been living for the past five years? Give up the chance of any hope of happiness in marriage with this man?
The nib touched the paper and she wrote her name.
She could. She could do it.
Liu Wusheng glanced at his soon to be ex wife. She was different than he had thiought she'd be at this moment. He had thought she would cry and beg him or try more of her little tricks.
He never looked at her deeply until this moment. The moment she silently picked up the pen with her hands still trembling. Signing her name with a kind of voiceless determination.
Teardrop stained the pages, but he didn't care. He took the forms and stood up. Glancing at the woman sitting on the other side. She had her head looking down, a curtain black hair obscured her face.
When she glanced up, her eyes were blank and dazed. Tears still trickled from them, but Liu Wusheng didn't care.
"You have a week to leave the house." And the he left.
Xin Luoxia stood, hands holding on to the couch for support. Tears flowing as her lips quivered.
She's done it. She's now divorced with nowhere to go. She has nothing now.
Heartbreaking sobs echoed throughout the empty house.
Goodbye, my five years of cherishing someone. I won't be like this again. I won't cherish and love someone while neglecting myself.
In one day she packed up all her things, all her jewelry bought with the money that was given to her in their marriage, she packed them. She didn't want them so she would sell them and wire the money to Liu Wusheng. She didn't want anything more to do with this man.
All her expensive clothes she had bought and the clothes he had given her to wear to parties; she stuffed them in a bag. She was going to donate it. All her makeup; she threw them hazardly into small bag. She was going to toss it in the dumpster.
As she packed her items away, she thought it through. She was going to the suburbs, where she wouldn't be bother by other people, where she could be by herself and do the things she want at her leisure. Yes, this was what she wanted, what she needed. She would work hard for herself and forget the life she once tried so hard to have.
Lugging her suitcase down the stairs, she said farewell to the housekeeper and left in her car.
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A month had passed before Liu Wusheng had noticed his house was a little messy. He was unused to it and called the housekeeper.
The housekeeper replied: "Sir your ex wife had been the one to keep the house clean everyday. If you think it is fine, I will promptly hire some maids."
Liu Wusheng: "Why had you not ask me earlier?"
The housekeeper gave a helpless look. "Sir I have contacted you as early as three weeks ago, but your secretary had said Sir was too busy. So this matter was delayed."
Liu Wusheng have a low hum and gave permission to hire some maids.
As time passed, he started to notice more things. The house felt emptier at night, feeling more colder and desolate. The day time was filled with whispers of the maids. There was nobody to massage his tired shoulders, nobody to coax him when he raged. And when he came home late in the night, dinner was cold and he had to warm it himself.
When he looked around the house, he felt that it was missing some items. Like a particular picture frame or even an apron.
So he called the housekeeper thinking maybe Xin Luoxia had taken something that wasn't hers.
He asked only to find that all those things were indeed Xin Luoxia's.
"The photo frame had a picture of Sir when Sir smiled for closing a good deal. The miss then had secretly taken a photo and framed it. The apron was something the miss had bought and used when she was cooking."
Liu Musheng slowly nodded, feeling reluctant. "Did she bring those with her?"
The housekeeper was silent and had an awkward expression.
"Well, tell me!"
After hemming and hawing the housekeeper said, "She..she burned them all."
"What?" It came out in a low whisper, as if he heard wrong. But once the housekeeper repeated his words, Liu Musheng couldn't stop his hands from trembling.