I stared at her signing hand and couldn't tell how I felt. In three years, this woman has never looked at me once. When my father forced me to marry her, he said that marrying a wealthy family would save me twenty years of hard work. The result? After three years of marriage, she slept in the master bedroom and I slept in the study. She goes out to play and I work overtime to make money. Her mother scolded me for being a softie, but she didn't even say a word of help.
"It's signed." She stood up and threw the agreement in front of me, "See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow."
After saying that, she took the bag and left. The high heels hit the floor, every time, like a knock on my self-esteem.
I picked up the agreement and looked at the words "Su Wanqing" on it, and suddenly felt ironic. This woman didn't even read the contents of the agreement, so she was so relieved? Also, she doesn't care at all. In her eyes, I'm just a good-for-nothing husband who just got married and left to make room for her.
When I got home, it was already dark. I stood in the living room and looked at the home I had lived in for three years. Su Wanqing's things were everywhere - the black and white simple style she liked, the expensive vases she bought, and the abstract paintings she hung. None of it is mine.
I walked to the bedroom and opened the closet. It was full of her clothes. Several of my suits were squeezed into the corner, crumpled, like my position in her life - dispensable.
Forget it, I'll be free after the divorce tomorrow anyway. I took off my coat and prepared to take a shower and go to bed. As soon as I lay down on the bed, my head suddenly felt dizzy.
