She Left with an Icy Demeanor; When We Met Again, She Was in Tears

"Wife, do you really want a divorce?" I knelt on the cold marble floor, my arms tightly wrapped around her legs, tears blurring my vision. Linda Chung looked down at me, her eyes as cold as a deep well: "Yes, divorce." Those two words cut into my heart like a knife. I thought she would hesitate, even for a second, but she wouldn't even look at me. When she reached out to remove the ring from my finger, I finally understood—in her eyes, I was nothing more than a contract. 01 "Wife, do you really want a divorce?" I knelt on the ground, my arms tightly wrapped around her legs.