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Jiang Fan sighed, "It's not that serious! It's just that if I had known marriage would be this boring, I might as well have played around for a few more years!"
"Are you really going to ignore a girl lying naked beside you?"
"That's a different matter!"
His friend scoffed, "What do you mean it's a different matter? As long as you keep it under wraps, what's wrong with having a little fun?"
Jiang Fan fell silent. After a long pause, he said lightly, "Let's talk about it later."
Hearing this, I gently closed the half-open door and turned to leave.
Jiang Fan was having thoughts of seeking excitement. Whether it was out of boredom or because of that girl, he was contemplating infidelity. But I couldn't wait for him to cheat before ending our marriage. So before he strayed, I had to put an end to this relationship.
When I proposed divorce, Jiang Fan remained silent for a long time. He looked at me as if I were a petulant child throwing a tantrum. It wasn't just him; I too recalled the past—those days when I frequently brought up divorce. During that time, I felt anxious and tormented, yet utterly lost. Arguments became my outlet for emotions, and mentioning divorce was my desperate outburst.
In truth, I didn't genuinely want a divorce. I just didn't know what else to do anymore. My relationship with Jiang Fan had reached a dead end with no way out.
I can only keep hitting the wall over and over again. Until my head is bloodied, I break through.
Jiang Fan sighed. “Hui Hui, there’s really nothing between me and Yang Fang. If it bothers you, I’ll reduce my contact with her.”
“Don’t mention divorce again; I don’t want to hear it.”
I sighed as well. “Jiang Fan, don’t rush to respond. Think it over carefully. Do you really not want a divorce? After all, right now, divorce would be more beneficial for you than harmful.”
That night, Jiang Fan and I had an unpleasant argument. For an entire week afterward, he moved into the guest room, coming and going at odd hours without saying a word to me.
Jia Jia gently smoothed a page of her storybook and looked up at me. “Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?”
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to read this storybook with Daddy.”
“Can’t Mommy read it with you instead?”
The little girl looked at me, insisting, “But I want to read it with Daddy!”
A pang of sadness hit me; it seemed I couldn’t let things continue like this.
Yang Fang’s villa wasn’t far from our home; it was given to us as part of a debt settlement. I went straight to the security room and pretended that I had lost something, asking the guard to help me check the surveillance footage.
For the past week, Jiang Fan had been driving in every afternoon and coming out one or two hours later. He would still take about an hour to arrive now.
The gate had a keypad lock, and I had long forgotten the password, so I could only knock on the door.
The door opened quickly, revealing a bright face.
"What brings you here today..."
Her expression froze the moment she saw me.
Noticing she was wearing an apron, I asked, "Are you cooking?"
Yang Fang nervously clutched the hem of her clothes. "Miss Ma!"
I nodded and stepped inside.
Yang Fang followed me, cautiously asking, "Miss Ma, is there something you need?"
"I'm sorry," I said directly,
"I need to take back this house. You have an hour to pack your things. Is that enough? Do you need help finding a moving company?"
"And about that dessert shop, will you return the startup funds to me, or should I take back the storefront?"
Yang Fang's eyes widened, her cautious demeanor instantly shifting to anger.
"How dare you!"
I smiled lightly. "Because all of this is marital property."
Her expression darkened as she took a step back, shaking her head.
"Miss Ma, this is between Jiang Fan and me; you have no right to interfere!"
"Alright then, we can wait for him to come back."
I found a place to sit while Yang Fang remained standing in place.
After a long silence, she finally broke it.
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