chapter 3
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“What are you doing?”
Two divorce papers on the table.
Ken looked at me, shocked.
He wasn't worried because he knew I couldn't leave him.
I chased him from high school to college.
I didn't even have the qualifications to quarrel with him. As long as he treats me coldly, I will take the initiative to make up with him.
My heart was torn. Was it remorse for killing his daughter, or that I'd been lied to?
"I've signed the papers."
I saw a change in his mood.
"Let's divorce."
I need freedom and no longer be influenced by him.
Ken relaxed a little.
"Cloris, what's wrong?”
"Do you have to force me? Wait until she's better, OK?'
"You don't want Diana to be alone, do you?”
I might have been touched because he was finally willing to treat us as a family.
"Diana... Has passed away.”
My voice was very calm, but after I heard what he said, I couldn't help crying.
Ken was still would believe me and threw the divorce agreement in the bin.
I stayed at home all day, packing my daughter's things and thinking about when I would leave.
Ken didn't come home for a long time.
I was restless and crazy.
I would smash the glass in my hand.
I'd pull petals off flowers or water uninteresting pots.
I put my hand over the cactus until it was b****y.
Mila stayed by my side.
She cleaned up the glass, moved the plant, and then gave me medicine. Her eyes were sad.
When I came back from the shops, I saw a crowd.
A well-dressed man was holding some papers and strong men were moving things in and out of my house.
People around me were talking, but they didn't move.
I pushed through the crowd.
"What are you doing?" "This is trespassing, do you know that?"
I was thrown a few sheets of paper and a house transfer agreement.
"Get out!” "Get out! ”
“This is my house, I'm not selling it!!!"
The leader saw it wasn't right and picked up his phone to call.
I saw a familiar figure.
I was happy to see Ken.
I thought he was here to help.
But I was wrong. He made things worse.
"I sold it."
A cold voice came from nowhere.
"Ken, are you crazy?"
"I paid for this house. How can you sell it?”
Ken looked at me coldly:
“But my name is written on the real estate certificate.”
Then he squatted down and grabbed my arm.
He looked at me in a way that made me think he was begging:
“Cloris,Cloris! Listen, Hannah needs money for cancer medicine. We can buy the house back one day. But she can't live without the money now.”
I looked at the mad man in front of me.
“You... You understand me, don't you? I couldn't save my mother before. I can't lose her again.”
I was angry and shook off his hand.
"Ken! Do you know what you're doing?"
Ken waved his hand and the strong man started to move up again.
No matter how much I tried to stop him, this farce didn't stop.
At some point, Ken might not understand.
This was the last straw to me.
Ken ran to the hospital without stopping after taking the money.
It was cold and windy. I sat on the side of the road.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
Snowflakes fell on my eyelashes, cold and stinging.
A shadow shone on me.
I looked up and saw Mila holding up his umbrella, one hand for me, one hand reaching out: "Cloris... Let's go home."
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