A thin sheet of paper emerged. He was stunned by the words printed in black.
“Divorce Agreement.”
A raspy laughter could be heard from the battered figure hanging nearby.
“Hahaha! Scott, how does it feel? Natalie doesn’t want you anymore. Hahaha! Serves you right!”
Scott’s hands trembled. His fists clenched, and his eyes reddened like they were about to bleed.
He spun around and picked up the whip again. His eyes blazed with uncontrollable rage.
“Shut your mouth! Say one more word. I dare you!”
He roared and swung his arm. The whip landed hard on Eula.
Her wails no longer sounded human. But even through the pain, she forced out some words.
“You hitting me won’t change anything. She’s still gone.”
Scott seemed to have lost his mind. He continued to whip her.
He only stopped when he could no longer move his arm. Eula had long since passed out.
Late at night, my phone wouldn’t stop ringing. I received call after call from unknown numbers.
Due to a slip of my fingers, I accidentally answered one of the calls.
“Natalie, don’t hang up. It’s me.” That familiar voice instantly made my stomach churn.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
My voice came out cold, distant, and full of loathing.
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He went silent. He was probably stunned. Maybe he wasn’t used to this tone. It was so different from the way I used to speak.
“If you’re not going to talk, I’m hanging up.”
“Don’t! Natalie, please!” He cried out.
He sounded desperate and remorseful.
“Natalie, where did you go? I’ve looked everywhere for you. I miss you so much. Can’t you come home?”
Home?
How could that place be my home? It was nothing more than the love nest he built with Eula.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I intentionally spoke slowly.
