The Divorce Gift

That day, the police called to bring me a news: my wife was caught red-handed in a prostitution raid.

I was completely bewildered.

The moment I arrived at the police station and saw the man sobbing beside Jocelyn Spencer, I suddenly felt quite bored.

I walked over her.

She instinctively stepped in front of the man, Alexander Russo, wanting to explain, but I slapped her on the face.

"Jossy."

"You're so filthy."

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The slap sounded crisp and left everyone in the police station stunned. Even the police officers who were about to continue explaining the situation to me were stunned. I saw Jocelyn covering her face and still not reacting. I raised my hand to slap her more, but the man who was holding her suddenly rushed up to block it for her and the slap landed on his face.

Tears fell from his eyes and he said, "How dare you hit someone!"

He sobbed, his voice choked with emotion.

"How dare you hit Jocelyn?"

His eyes were red, glaring at me stubbornly. "You don't even ask her what was going on and start beating her. What gives you the right to do this?"

Seeing Alexander's expression, I found it laughable—so laughable that I didn't even want to waste a single word. Just as I raised my hand to hit her again, Jocelyn finally snapped out of it and grabbed my wrist. "Enough!"

"Phillip." Her gaze turned icy and her tone grew stern. "This isn't your playhouse."

"Can't you stop being so reckless without considering the situation?"

The woman, who was none other than my wife, forcefully pushed me away.

Caught off guard, I stumbled and bumped my lower back into the corner of the table. A dull pain shot through me, making me wince, then a flicker of guilt flashed Jocelyn's eyes as she reached out to help me.

However, Alexander stepped forward first and cried as he tried to explain to me. "Phillip, there's nothing between Jocelyn and me. She just felt sorry for me and wanted to help me, but she was framed for soliciting prostitution. You've been with her for so many years, shouldn't you know what kind of person she is?"

His voice grew louder and louder and he sobbed more and more, as if he had truly suffered a great injustice.

"If I were you, I would never let my wife lose her face in public. Even if something happened, shouldn't you talk about it at home? Why did you have to make her lose her face in front of everyone? Don't you know that she cares most about her reputation?"

His sobs moved my wife. The heartache and hesitation in her eyes vanished, into coldness.

She defended the man, her face full of reproach as she stared at me. "There was never anything between Alexander and me."

"I've explained this to you so many times," she said, protecting Alexander, "You don't care about what was going on with me, you see everything as dirty!"

To be honest, before I came here ....

I really, really thought something serious had happened to her. And I considered the actions I should take if she had been framed up by someone else, a competitor or a hater, kind of-to destabilize the company.

But I never once considered, it was because of Alexander ... and Alexander again.

He was the nightclub host who Jocelyn suddenly met half a year ago, the one Jocelyn often brought up absentmindedly and the one Jocelyn believed herself to be the God in the redemption story.

She was so desperate to save his life to lead to countless fierce arguments between us.

She always absentmindedly defended him. She believed I was the aggressive and the wrong one.

Until, I couldn't take it anymore and brought up divorce.

Only then did she quiet down.

She said, "I promise, Alexander will never between us."

"Choosing you or Alexander, how could I not understand?"

She cried, declaring her love and begging me to give her a chance.

Sad to say, my heart softened.