"Demi, what time is it? Why don't you call me?" He sat up; the voice that had just woken up was a bit hoarse, but after waiting a long time, no one still answered.
"Demi." He called again, an unhappy look on his face. It wasn't until he stood up, the crumpled paper on the table stopped at the bottom of his eyes, that his body trembled a little. He forgot he was divorced; the girl named Demi Moore was now only his previous wife; of course, he couldn't appear in this.
He discovers that his life is beginning to fall into disarray. He entered the room. Still, a mess on the bed, squinting his eyes, his heart suddenly felt highly uncomfortable; the other day, they made love right here; Demi Moore saw him with her own eyes, betraying her, betrayal too dirty.
"Damned." For that incident, he still feels highly regretful to this day; if he knew that she would suddenly enter, he would not bring Mary Wickes here; if he knew that she would suddenly return, he would not let her see things like that. He could use many methods to make her leave, but not like this; this was the way he didn't want to the most.
Holding his head that day, her pale face kept appearing in his head, making his heart unable to calm down. Just thinking about it, he would have a kind of murderous emotion.
Damn, he got used to that girl's existence; after two years, some things can't be easily fixed.
Let go of his hand, he opened the wardrobe, in the drawer there were only his clothes, it didn't feel like much, it seemed that even his heart began to empty.
Divorce, haven't you been looking forward to it recently? Why have some regrets now? If she didn't look at that incident, they could continue to live like this, but this is only an 'if'; there are not many 'ifs' for him.
Two girls he chooses to love also betray his marriage. He should go public with his relationship with Mary soon, so there won't be so much loss.
Arbitrarily removed a set of clothes from the closet, put it on, and turned around. Looking at the person in the mirror, he saw his loneliness; why lonely? He was not the Tom Hulce of the past.
He has his own company and also has the girl he loves, but the movement of his hand slows down, but why does he feel lonely, is it because he lost his marriage, or is it because he lost his wife?
When the finger dropped, he still couldn't answer the question.
Entering the living room, there was no one else in this place except him; the kitchen was cold as ice, and the table was no longer full of food like before. He stood frozen, suddenly not knowing what he wanted to do.
Go to work or eat first, but what will you eat now?
When the finger dropped, he still couldn't answer the question.
He stood frozen, suddenly not knowing what he wanted to do.
Go to work or eat first, but what will you eat now?
"So you want to find a nanny?" The voice on the other side was cautious, as if afraid he would catch fire.
"Nanny?" His voice rose a little, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Does she consider him a child or an older man? His face was already half-black.
"I want you to do all of those things." He said coldly, then turned off the phone, but his phone was also forcefully thrown to the ground
With a 'bang' sound, the mobile phone fell and broke into pieces.
He was a little depressed, leaning on the sofa, rubbing his temples, and seeing everything feel uncomfortable.
Shaking his head, he ran his fingers through his hair and remembered that he had promised to take Mary shopping today. Last time he caused her to be offended; this time, he needs to compensate her a lot; thinking about this makes him feel much more relaxed in his heart. Divorce is also good; in the future, they can be righteous and righteous together, not afraid to say anything to hurt the girl he loves.
Standing up, he put on his tie again; this way, he went out, but when he turned around, he still frowned. He hopes that when he returns, the leading house company will send someone. Otherwise, he will make them go bankrupt.
On the bustling main street were many handsome men and women; Demi Moore walked forward holding a file; her calm face was a little dark, and her seemingly atheist eyes revealed a little silence. Dark circles on her eyes show she has not slept enough in the past few days. She lowered her head to look at the documents in her hand; although it was not much, it was enough to support herself; now, she couldn't say clearly whether the present life was good.
After all, it's just a new life.
She's already lost everything, so don't worry about losing anything more. It's just that, since that incident, her voice hasn't recovered.
She had become a mute, a voiceless person who could only nod and shake her head. It doesn't matter whether she has a voice now because no one listens to her anymore; perhaps she is more suitable to be a mute person now.
She put her hand on her stomach; her eyes showed a little pain; that baby was gone. Raised her head, wanting the wind to dry the tears on her wet face, but what about her heart? Perhaps this whole life will remain so wet. Whenever she thinks of that poor innocent child, her heart hurts like she is insulted; Baby, I'm really sorry because I couldn't protect you.
She raised her head, biting her already pale lips, until she saw two people standing not far away; she was stunned on the spot. Why why did she still have to meet them again, or did God think that what she endured was not painful enough, really not enough?
"Tom, do me look good in this?" Mary Wickes looked at the diamond bracelet she was wearing on her chest and said softly, constantly moving Tom Hulce's hand, she liked this bracelet; of course, her favorite was still him. Although she knew he was married and had a wife, she still couldn't let go of him; she was one-sided and loyal to him, so she always tried to attract his attention and learn all about him. In the end, everything was as she planned; he noticed her, and they were finally together, and she became his mistress, but she always believed that one day he would leave his wife, and she would return and become Mrs. Hulce.
That day, of course, meeting Demi Moore was not by chance; she just wanted to know what his wife was like and understand what the person who had taken this great man for two years had looked like in the end.
"Tom, beautiful or not, you don't even praise me for a word." Mary Wickes slightly pouted her lips, her beautiful face lightly hitting the man's chest; such a shy appearance made Tom Hulce's heart rise with a bit of tenderness. She needed and loved him too, which made him feel exceptionally satisfied.
"So beautiful." Tom Hulce withdrew his gaze, reached out, and gently stroked her face; such soft skin made him extremely infatuated.
"Tom, can we come to your house today?" Mary Wickes looked into his eager eyes; her heart suddenly jumped; this man's expression in bed can drive people crazy; she adores his wife and has been with him for a long time, two years. So from now on, he must definitely belong to her. Otherwise, she will be jealous to death.