But that cabinet full of treasures, like this table full of fish, is a mark of my shame.
"It's my mother's business if she can tolerate it, but I can't."
If it wasn't for the fact that family disgrace should not be made public, I really wanted to turn the whole place upside down.
Richard finally moved.
He tore up the divorce agreement, strode over and grabbed my wrist, questioning me with red eyes:
"Evelyn, you need to explain yourself clearly today! Why do you want a divorce? Do you have someone else outside?"
He actually had the nerve to ask me if there was anyone outside.
The force in his hand was so strong that I couldn't help but gasp.
I broke free from his hand and said coldly:
"Because just looking at you is disgusting! And smelling you is even more disgusting!"
This sentence is like stirring up a hornet's nest.
My grandmother immediately started crying and saying that I didn't know what was good for me. My sister-in-law pointed at my nose and scolded me for being a troublemaker. Even my uncle, who was usually taciturn, shook his head and sighed.
"Marry a virtuous woman. Evelyn, you are really going to ruin your relationship by doing this!"
But they don’t know that my marriage with Richard has been dead in name only since he became addicted to night fishing.
The entire private room was filled with voices accusing me, like countless mosquitoes buzzing in my ears.
I took out another divorce agreement and handed it to Richard:
"If you want to part ways amicably, see you at the civil affairs bureau at 9 a.m. on Wednesday."
My stubborn attitude made Richard shed tears.
He came forward and hugged me tightly:
"Honey, please stop making trouble, okay? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have indulged in night fishing! If you really don't like it, can I stop fishing? I'll be your devoted husband like before, okay?"
His affectionate look caused everyone to look at me with reproach again.
Vanessa Moreau, my best friend who arrived at some point, also spoke up:
"Evelyn, it's not good for a woman to be too bossy! Richard is willing to give up night fishing for you, so you should stop while you're ahead. Otherwise, you'll end up getting divorced. How can you, a second-married woman with nothing to ask for, find a husband who loves you so much?"
No matter what they say, I'm going to get a divorce anyway.
I grabbed my bag and turned to leave.
But he saw Andy standing at the door with a pale face.
I don't know how much Andy heard and how much he understood, so I took his hand and said:
"Baby, come home with mommy."
Andy shrank back suddenly and shook his head desperately:
"No! I don't want my parents to get divorced! I don't want to be a child that is laughed at by others!"
He looked at my mother for help, and then I realized that she had just sneaked out to brainwash Andy and brought him in.
"Evelyn, you are a mother now. You should always consider your children. Don't be so selfish."
My mother's words hit my heart like a heavy hammer, making my already broken heart bleed again.
She is free to turn a blind eye.
I don't want to live this kind of self-deceiving life anymore, and it's my freedom.
I squatted down and tried to pick up Andy, but he scratched and bit me like a frightened little animal:
"You're a bad mom! The worst mom!"
"Evelyn, enough is enough."
My best friend Vanessa suddenly interrupted and pulled my arm hypocritically:
"How many people envy you for having a husband like Richard? Why are you so unsatisfied? Is that man so good that you give up Richard?"
Her words were like water dropped into a frying pan, making everyone in the private room extremely angry.
"Oh my god, after all this time of getting a divorce, I'm actually cheating on Richard! How shameless!"
