Who would want a woman who could do everything herself, who loved wearing work uniforms?
The little girl hadn’t left, clutching a chrysanthemum, staring directly at me.
“Uncle, have you ever cried?”
“Lily”
Her mother came over, glanced at me, then pulled the child away.
“Didn’t I tell you not to run around? I said this place is full of dead people, and you’re still running around.”
“Mommy, the uncle is crying. His eyes are red.”
The woman looked back for a moment, then turned away again.
11.00 AM
“Stop talking and come with me, now.”
I remained where I was, then let out a sudden laugh.
She was right.
Since Aubrey lay there, my eyes had been red–rimmed.
How many years had it been since my eyes welled up?
Even during my toughest year as an entrepreneur, when I was desperately trying to secure investments and no one believed in me, my eyes never teared up.
When my mother passed away, she had suffered from cancer for two years. So, eyes didn’t well up then either.
on the
day she left, I felt a strange calm. My
But Aubrey died.
She had always been there, buzzing around me since childhood, and now I would never see her again.
When my startup needed funds, she sold her house for me.
When I was at my lowest, she was the one who believed most strongly that I would succeed.
But what a selfish man I was.
As I gained more respect, accumulated cars, houses, and endless wealth,
My heart grew restless.
I felt that my wife should be beautiful, graceful, a gentle and understanding homemaker.
Not Aubrey, who chased robbers and thieves through the streets.
So, the idea of divorce took root.
And it grew stronger and stronger.
Even when she came home and tried to change herself into what I liked.
She grew her hair long, bought skincare products, put away her sweatpants and bought silk nightgowns, moisturized her body.
She’d cuddle in bed, gently kissing my lips.
But to me, her efforts felt like a clumsy imitation, a desperate attempt to b
someone she wasn’t.
Once the thought of divorce took hold, it became an
unstoppable force
At that point, I was determined to end the marriage.
I wanted to find a different life.
11
Aubrey’s reaction to the diverse was for bovend anythin
11:00 AM
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Aubrey’s reaction to the divorce was far beyond anything I’d expected.
In my eyes, she was always decisive.
She loved fiercely, hated fiercely.
But I never imagined that when it came to divorce, she would refuse to budge.
Yet I had already proposed it, and I wouldn’t take it back.
That had always been my way, whether in work or in life.
Once a decision was made, I would only execute it.
Her series of reactions left me completely dumbfounded.
The usually carefree Aubrey even went to my father to complain and confronted Celeste herself.
It was so unlike her.
