My eyes fell on the box and I reached out to open it. There was a 1-gram lipstick inside, pitifully small.
My phone happened to see the brand's advertising video. This little thing was a gift from the Valentine's Day gift box. I almost laughed at my own humbleness.
Chris's face was a little ugly and he forced himself to respond, "I know you don't usually wear makeup and I looked through all the major brands to buy this gram, so don't be silly."
I ignored his words. The alarm rang and I took handfuls of medicine.
Chris's face changed and he quickly took the medicine bottle away.
"What are you doing? Don't you know that you can't take medicine randomly when you are pregnant?"
Seeing that my expression was wrong, Chris softened his tone and threw the lipstick aside.
"Okay, okay, if you don't like this color, just throw it away. Can't I buy it for you again? Belle, you are not alone now. Being angry will affect the development of the baby."
After saying that, I put the printed divorce agreement on the table.
"The agreement is ready. You can sign it when you are free. Also, I don't have time to serve your little secretary. Since you spoil her so much, why not hire a nanny for her directly."
Chris was busy with all kinds of things, so I naturally couldn’t trouble him with such a small matter as drafting an agreement.
But after hearing this, he directly sank his face and stood up suddenly.
"Divorce? Are you kidding? Just because I glanced at Linda at the press conference? She is just my secretary. You recruited her into the company. If we had anything, we would have already. Why wait until now? Can you stop making trouble?"
After saying that, his eyes fell on my belly and he lowered his head as if he accepted his fate.
"I know that pregnant women are emotionally unstable. I have tried my best to take care of you, but don't go too far."
The leather shoes stepped directly on the carpet and the dust left a glaring mark behind him.
I almost blurted out a reminder to him in the next second.
Reacting, I swallowed the words in my throat and laughed at myself.
He was always like this, not caring about the results of my labor and my efforts.
Now that I was leaving, what happened to him had nothing to do with me.
Looking up at him, I nodded calmly.
"Yes, it's because you looked at her. Isn't that reason enough? Chris, I said before we got married that I can't tolerate any sand in my eyes, but now you have changed, so there is no need for us to continue."
Chris frowned and he was about to explode in anger in the next second.
I spoke again, "Also, the child has been aborted, don't worry, he won't become an obstacle to you. I won't compete with your Linda for shares. Sign it when you have time, express it to me, the address is on it."
After saying that, I turned around and left without paying attention to his frozen figure.
I heard his heartbreaking shouting behind me, "Belle, if you dare to leave today, don't even think about entering the door in the future!"
The corner of his lips curled up with a sneer.
He used this sentence to imprison me for ten years. I kept bowing my head and apologizing.
In return, there was no understanding, only his further advance. He thought I would turn around and admit my mistakes like before.
But as soon as the voice fell, my pace quickened. Not entering the door was exactly what I want.
Divorcing because of the look my husband gave his secretary sounded too unbelievable.
But only I knew how much affection that look contained.
This was a secret between Chris and me.
When I first met him, I was still struggling in school.
I was bullied by classmates and insulted by teachers.
