Desperate for you

Finally I am Divorced

Chapter 6:

I know who did this!

Nobody would do a crazy thing like that except John !

He already knows my address. If I continue to stay here, I don't know what else crazy things he could do.

But I have just paid the rent for half a year. There is already not much money left. Why does he keep persecuting me?

I opened the door with trembling hands, being afraid that John would appear there. But fortunately, no one was inside.

I feel relieved. Then I called the lawyer to find out how the divorce is going.

The lawyer only says that it is okay. But I don’t know what that means.

Unexpectedly, the next day, the lawyer comes to my apartment and says that I can mediate now.

Unless there is no other way, it is better to meditate personally about a divorce case. Seeing John again, he is thinner than before. Of course, it is not because of me.

He looks at me and sneers. Kamilla stands beside him.I ignored him and walked all the way through.

John also invited a lawyer. He offers the conditions for divorce.

The house was bought by John before we married. I couldn't get a brick out of it. But I don’t want it anyway.

For postnuptial property, I couldn't get a penny. Also, I don't care.

But I am not happy to bear a debt up to 900 thousand dollars.

What's more ridiculous is that he demands me to pay his medical bill of ten thousand dollars, and it must be paid off within three months.

“What ten thousand! I have nothing to do with your impotence!” I yelled at him.

His lawyer frowns and says, “Ms. Thomas, please pay attention to your manner to my client.”

John stays calm and takes it easy.

He knows I am desperate to divorce him, so he just wants to push me into the corner.

“Either you agree to my conditions, or you can wait for an automatic divorce after a two-year separation. It’s up to you. It's all right with me.”

But I really don't want to be entangled with him any longer. I clutched my teeth and sign the file.

Just 900 thousand! I can work hard and will repay it anyway!

I can't think too much now. All I want is to divorce John . I signed and went out of the building. Although I am in such debt for no reason, I still feel relaxed that I have finally divorced.

John comes up and follows me like a gross fly.

"I am sorry to tell you that my debt has been paid off. As for your debt, you can repay it slowly."

What? Paid off?

Where does he get the money? The property notarization says his account is empty!

"You must be wondering where I got the money. Let me tell you, my salary for all these years is saved in my mother's account. Adding the red envelope I got when we married, my mother's saving, I just paid off. And you, I think it would be fast to pay off if you sold your body. Oh, forget to tell you, the repayment deadline is at the end of this month."

John finishes and passes me proudly. His smile that used to be so beautiful and sunny is now really disgusting.

He walks a few steps. He suddenly looked back and said, "And because of what you've done, I won't let you go."

I don't want to figure out what he means. My head is full of what I can do to repay Eric Ferguson's money.

900 thousand! Even if I sell my body dozens of times, I still can't get so much money!

I want to consult with Frances about whether I can repay the money by installments. Sadly, I can't find him.

But it doesn't matter, someone helps me.

Sophie's boyfriend, Asher, gave me the address of Eric Ferguson. I followed, found it and found his place.

Today is Sunday, he may be at home.

Eric Ferguson is rich. He lives in a high-end village district. I feel incompatible with this place when I walk it.

No. 28. There it is.

I stand at the gate and press the doorbell.

Soon after, someone opens the door.

“Who are you looking for?”

A fifty-year-old woman looks at me and asks in confusion.

She seemed like a servant of Eric Ferguson.

“Hello, I want to meet Mr. Eric Ferguson.” I smiled and said politely.

“Our sir doesn't meet people casually, still less a woman.” The servant doesn't answer me and talks to herself.

A deep and lazy voice came from upstairs.

“Let her up.”

The maid looks at me like something big has happened. She takes me upstairs.

When we arrive at the door, she knocks and then goes away.

The man stands beside the window, holding a glass of wine in his left hand gracefully. He sits beside the window lazily, staring outside.

Nobody knows what he is thinking.

“Mr. Louis.”

I called him gently and walked in.

Eric Ferguson turned around, a light smile hiding on the corner of his mouth.

His smile makes my heart beat slowly. I am not an anthomaniac. But his smile is so charming.

“Yes” he answers lazily.

Suddenly, I don’t know how to tell. Because I am not sure whether he remembers me or not.

Eric Ferguson stands up and puts the wine in the window.

The sun shines through the wine in the glass, casting mottled light.

I went up and said, “Mr. Louis, I came here because my ex-husband ruined your car. I have to bear half of the debt because we divorced. I came here and want to talk about debt. I don't know if you remember me?”

My question is clearly about that night. I feel so embarrassed. But he seems so indifferent, and it is late at night, I am not sure if he remembers me. He smiles and gives me a meaningful glance, "Impressive."

My face flushes red instantly. Somehow, those colorful and slutty memories rush into my head.

I cough awkwardly and say, "I just want to ask if I could pay by installments, because I really can't afford so much money right now. But I promise. I'll certainly pay you.

back."

I try to make my expression look sincere. After all, a man like him has a thousand reasons not to accept my proposal.

He looked at me for a while. Then he walked closer to me.I walked his breath.

His warm breath flaps on my face. I felt that my face felt burning.

He stares at me with his deep eyes. I don't know what he is looking at. I just feel panic.

After a while, a sentence flies from his two thin lips.

"How much is your monthly salary?"

"What?"

I don't know why he asked me this. I was confused, but I answered him honestly.

"My last job pays me five thousand dollars every month. Now I have got a new job, so I could get 10 thousand dollars monthly or even more."

I know about designing. If the salary is high, I could buy a famous brand of handbags. So I have the confidence that I can pay off the debt as soon as possible.

He sneers. His hand brushes my hair on the ear gently. Such a gentle movement. I feel like I am electrocuted, limp and numb.

"The money you owe me, even if I wipe out the odds, is 900 thousand dollars. Except for your personnel spending, even if you pay me 10 thousand monthly, you have to pay seven and a half years. You are a woman. Why are you so tired? Why not... Why don't you be my mistress? And I would write off the debt."

Continue ......