Two hours later, Giselle called and asked me to pick her up.

When I arrived, she was drunk, sitting by a table full of leftovers.

Seeing me, she struggled to get up and pressed me down on the chair. She said, "Lemuel, are you hungry? I specially ordered your favorite spicy crab."

I picked up a fork and dug around, only to find that, apart from the side dishes, there was only half a crab left.

I silently dumped all the food into the trash can, took out the divorce agreement from my bag, and placed it in front of Giselle.

I said, "Giselle, please take some time to complete the divorce procedures."

Maybe my cold attitude irritated her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she picked up the agreement and tore it to pieces. Then she threw the shredded paper in my face, shaking with anger.

Giselle asked, "Lemuel, is it really that serious? It's just a joke. If you keep harping on it, you'll be in big trouble."

I got up and left quietly.

Some things were meaningless if one made it clear.

Last month, Giselle hung out with her friends all night. When she came back, I found a condom in her coat pocket. But we hadn't had sex for a month.

At that moment, I realized that Giselle, whom I had loved for ten years, had betrayed me. I didn't get angry at that time because she was pregnant and I wanted to give her and the baby another chance.

But now, there was no need.

Half an hour later, Giselle knocked on my room door.

As soon as I opened the door, she jumped into my arms. Before I could react, she stuffed a gift box into my hand.

She said, "Lemuel, this is a wedding anniversary gift. I picked it with great care. Open it and see if you like it."

I just took a look at the box and threw it on the table because I saw the same watch in Coyle's post tonight.

He said he didn't like the color and was going to exchange it for a different style.

Not thoughtful enough, my wife planned to give me the gift that others didn't like.

Giselle was not angry at all about my indifference but smiled gently instead. She stood on tiptoes and kissed me on the lips, asking, "Don't you like it? Then I'll go with you to pick another gift tomorrow."

"No need," as I answered, I pushed her away and handed her the new agreement.

Then I asked again, "When can you go back to complete the formalities?"

Giselle crumpled the thin paper into a ball and frowned slightly, "Stop it. You know if a pregnant woman gets angry..."

I tried my best to hold back my tears and smiled a little sadly, "It's okay. Don't lie to me anymore. The baby has gone."

Half a month ago, Giselle told me that she wanted to stay at a friend's house for a few days. But then I saw a video posted online by Coyle.

Giselle looked pale and was leaning in his arms, sipping something he fed her.

The caption said, "She said she wouldn't want any child if it wasn't mine. I'm so touched. She made such a big sacrifice for me."

There was even a location, which showed a maternity and child hospital not far from my home.

I stumbled out of the house and lost one of my shoes because I was in such a hurry.

It rained heavily that night. I drove to the hospital regardless of the danger.

I would never forget how I went barefoot from ward to ward. Then I saw Giselle's calm face through the small window on the door.

I knelt by the door of the ward and cried until I almost fainted. After crying, I knew that it was time to end our marriage.

Giselle's knuckles began to turn white as she held the paper ball.

She didn't ask me when I found it out. She knew better than anyone how many calls I made that night, but she hung up all of them ruthlessly.

I couldn't wait for an explanation, and I didn't want to give her another chance.

After a long silence, she said, "It's good that you know. I don't bother to hide it from you. Someone like you can't be a good father."

Those cold words were hurtful. I couldn't bear it any longer and slapped Giselle in the face.

We had been in love for ten years and had countless arguments, but I had always been the one who gave in.

Giselle's eyes suddenly turned red. She covered her face with her hands, turned around, and left without saying a word, thinking I would coax her in a humble manner like before.

But this time, I said nothing and let her go.

My love story with Giselle was a bit cliché.

No one could have imagined that a good girl from a wealthy family with excellent character and academic performance would be with a bad boy who only knew how to fight and smoke all day long.

We first met in a dark and narrow alley.

I just happened to pass by and saw Giselle being surrounded and teased by a group of thugs. I had no intention of interfering in other people's business. But just as I was about to turn around, Giselle looked up at me.

She had tears in her eyes, looking pitiful and helpless.

Inspired by the glance, I rushed over, knocked down the leader, and ran away with her.

After that day, I started pursuing Giselle. But we were not from the same world.

The gift I gave her was thrown into the trash can, and she handed the love letter I wrote to her to the teacher without even opening it.

Everyone laughed at me, saying that I was not good enough for Giselle.

But Giselle bravely stood in front of me when I was retaliated by that group of thugs. Even when they pulled out a dagger to threaten her, she did not retreat.

When thugs rushed over, Giselle screamed in fright. I protected her under me and got beaten. Only when those thugs saw blood did they disperse.

Giselle hugged me and couldn't stop shaking. A rare expression of fear appeared on her usually cold face.

She buried her face in my chest and cried uncontrollably, "Lemuel, please be okay. Don't you like me? I promise you that I will always be with you."

Though slim, Giselle used up all her strength to carry me on her back and asked passers-by to call an ambulance. She accompanied me to the ambulance. On the way to the hospital, she never let go of my hand.

The doctor teased her and asked her if she was my girlfriend, for she looked so nervous.

Giselle nodded with a red face and begged the doctor to save me, which amused the doctors and nurses.

After that day, she started forcing me to study hard so that I could get into the same university as her.

She said I was so stupid that I would be cheated if she was not around. But it was also her who deceived me.