After the Miscarriage, I Handed Over a Divorce Agreement

My husband Logan Carter has hated me since childhood.

But he still couldn't escape the fate of being bound to me.

After marriage, he stayed out all night to seek excitement. Everyone in and out of the loop knew his romantic affairs.

I was humiliated all day long, suffering unbearable pain.

But he just smiled and said, "Zella Jones, you didn't back out of the marriage, now you have to endure it!"

Everyone thought that I would never leave him, and so does he.

Until after the miscarriage, I handed him a divorce agreement, and he went crazy!

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On Logan's grandmother Kim's 80th birthday, I couldn't find Logan's figure no matter how hard I tried. In the end, a friend pointed me in the right direction and I saw him at the bar.

But I didn't expect to see him in a scene where he was disheveled and entangled with a woman on the sofa.

The woman had red lips, holding a glass of red wine and slowly pouring it into his mouth, surrounded by music and the cheers of his mates.

I stood there, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Until one of his friends found me and sneered, "Oh, look, Zella is here to play too!"

Upon hearing the voice, Logan pushed the woman aside, and looked up at me.

His usually cold face had a hint of drunken flush.

He raised his hand and the friends around him fell silent.

He looked at me quietly, beckoning me with a casual tone, "Even the mute has learned to follow, huh?"

"I wonder if you're satisfied with my performance?"

The woman who was pushed away seemed to receive some signal and approached again, provocatively looking at me, her red lips moving, "If you're not satisfied, Logan, shall we continue? I'm sure to make Zella satisfied!"

Her openness caused laughter among the people present.

Logan finished his wine in one gulp and pulled me close, kissing me on the lips.

The bitter taste slowly slid into the mouth, exploded in the stomach, and the pain spread from the inside out, gradually blurring my consciousness.