My Husband Regretted Signing Divorce Paper

On my birthday, the first gift I received was a suicide note from my student, Michele. In the letter, she wrote that she was no longer innocent and felt ashamed of her past experiences. The person who assaulted her was my husband. Although I had doubts, saving her was the priority.

When the police and I arrived at the rooftop where Michele was, she was clinging tightly to the railing, her body swaying uncontrolably in the wind.

I rushed forward, trying to pull her up, “I will definitely make him cooperate with the investigation. If it's true, whether it's putting him in jail or something else, I will help you. Please come up first, okay?”

Hearing this, Michele indeed quieted down, her eyes red, “Then you can divorce him and give your husband to me? I don't want my child to be born without a father.”

I was stunned. I never expected her to use this to threaten me into divorcing her.

Just then, Caleb rushed in with a divorce agreement. Without even glancing at me, he began to berate me, "Look at you, you've gone so far as to have your student threaten suicide!"

I looked at him, a chill running down my spine. Before I could hesitate, a gust of wind blew and Michele swayed downwards again.

Startled, Caleb quickly took two steps forward, gently coaxing her, "Michele, don't be impulsive. I'll definitely give you and the child a home. I even bought a Maybach and put it in your name. Come on up, okay?"

I suddenly remembered seeing the new car covered in the garage when I left this morning. I had thought Caleb had finally come to his senses and prepared a gift. I never imagined it was just a toy to appease his mistress.

We dated for seven years, married for three. In those ten years, this self-proclaimed romantic and sentimental man had only ever given me a box of 9.9 dollars puzzle blocks.

Now I understand, it wasn't about being romantic and sentimental; it was that everything I did with someone I didn't love was painful. Since that's the case, I didn’t mind letting those in love be together. But burn in hell.

...Hearing the Maybach, Michele was overwhelmed with excitement, "My man still loves me the most."

With a mix of coaxing and persuasions from Caleb, Michele finally obediently allowed herself to be rescued. As soon as she landed, she immediately fell into Caleb's arms, pulling his hand to her chest.

She said in a coquettish voice, "I was so scared just now, Caleb, feel my heart, are you scared…"

As she spoke, she secretly gave me a provocative look.

Caleb gently reprimanded her, "How could you joke with your life? That's too reckless."

The cloying atmosphere made me feel uncomfortable. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly. Even on the rooftop, the air felt incredibly heavy, making it hard for me to breathe. The people around looked at each other in bewilderment, even the police were at a loss for what to do at this scene.

Finally, a policewoman couldn't stand it anymore. She coughed loudly, "This lady hasn't signed the divorce papers yet. Mind your manners."

Michele's face turned deathly pale and she stared at me. Fearing she might act impulsively, Caleb tried to appease her.

He turned to me and scolded, "Didn't you hear me? Sign it quickly. Don't end up with the blame for killing a student."

His face was contorted with rage. That face I'd known for ten years was now so grotesque I didn't recognize it.

Even the surrounding police officers started urging me, "Just sign it already, it's a matter of life and death."

"Everyone knows you're wronged, but the most important thing is to calm her down first, after all, she's pregnant."

Someone even picked up the divorce papers and handed them to me. I took the paper and pen, glanced around and saw everyone waiting expectantly for me to sign. I felt a huge weight pressing on my heart. Was her pregnancy a reason for her to bully me and divorce? But meeting Caleb's murderous gaze, I knew I had to give in to her.

After signing, I spoke hoarsely, "Is this alright now?"

Caleb opened his mouth, hesitated and finally uttered, "Why bother..."

He was the one who forced me to sign, so why was he the one feeling wronged afterward?

I slammed the paper into his arms, utterly exhausted. "Take your mistress and get out."

As I turned to leave, I heard Michele's accusatory voice behind me, "Miss Patricia, you still resent me, don't you?"

I felt utterly drained. My husband of ten years and the student I had painstakingly nurtured both abandoned me. They even met through my introduction. Shouldn't I show pure resentment?

Seeing my silence, Michele immediately jumped to the railing. A gasp rippled through the crowd. She glanced down at me out of the corner of her eye, then gave me a bitter smile.

"If I can't get your forgiveness, I'd rather die!" she exclaimed.

Then she collapsed over the railing. Almost simultaneously, Caleb rushed over, slamming me against the wall. But he missed. Caleb could only vent his anger on me again.

He glared at me fiercely, his eyes bloodshot, "If Michele gets hurt, I'll never let you get away with this!"

It wasn't until I saw Michele fall onto the safety cushion that I understood the meaning behind her triumphant smile as she fell. But Caleb didn't see it. Or rather, biased people never see it.

He sighed in relief, pointing at me through gritted teeth, "Don't try any more of those 'playing hard to get' tricks on me! If you hadn't provoked her, Michele wouldn't have jumped off the building in a fit of anger!"

I lowered my head and gave a self-deprecating smile. See, even if it wasn't my fault, he would firmly believe that I deliberately sabotaged her.