"I’m serious." I sat up straight, eting those oppressive eyes head-on, "It’s been five years. Since you won’t fall in love with anyway, let’s give each other a way out."
In a month, City A will host a large-scale business forum. Henry Preston will be there and will et Azure Vaughn, who’s working as a greeter, and fall in love at first sight, determined to have her at any cost.
Such an intense story, I don’t want to be a part of it as the scapegoat in their legendary love story.
What I want to do, can do, and should have done, I already completed in a past life, and got the final result. In this life, I won’t turn myself into a joke or drag The Hathaway Family into an abyss.
I’ve decided to step away before Henry and Azure et, giving them the first move on their rocky road to love.
Maybe it was my genuinely serious expression, but Henry’s face turned imdiately sour and ugly. He always had a bad temper, and whenever soone ticked him off, he never spared any feelings.
"Haha, so now I’m Henry Preston, and I’ve beco soone else’s plaything?" He laughed, but his eyes were cold, "Five years ago, it was you who insisted on marrying , and now it’s you who wants a divorce, Zoe Hathaway, are you playing with ?"
Five years ago, The Preston Family and The Hathaway Family had good relations and pushed for our marriage.
Given Henry’s personality, it was impossible for him to be so obedient, but things changed when his grandfather from The Preston Family fell gravely ill and forced him to marry .
To Henry, it was an extrely humiliating thing. Fortunately, he didn’t have a deeply loved ideal woman, and he happened to be gradually taking over the family business and needed a good partner, so we made do for five years.
I gave a bitter smile, "Do you still want to continue this marriage in na only with ?"
"In na only?" Henry seed to be mulling over those words carefully, then raised an eyebrow and asked sarcastically, "Oh, are you feeling lonely and empty?"
"No, I just..." I was choosing my words carefully.
But Henry had already stood up and walked over to my side. He bent down, placing his hands on either side of the sofa, creating a circle with his embrace, trapping inside, his voice sowhat alluring, "If you were lonely, why didn’t you contact ? Instead, you’re asking for a divorce, are your desires that strong?"
Henry loved smoking, always carrying a faint fresh scent blended with tobacco.
Of course, he never hugged ; I had secretly slled his coat before.
At that mont, the complex and enchanting scent surrounded . Logically, I should have been excited and flushed, but in reality, I just felt oppressed.
I was soone ready to leave, and anything that might sway felt like a bad on.
"That’s not why!" I tried to explain, but after so many days and nights, I had already grown accustod to loneliness.
"Is that so?" Henry straightened up. He was never interested in anyway, and that earlier flirtation was just to embarrass , so he wouldn’t lose control.
I’m a 27-year-old married woman, giving off an aura of resentnt rather than charming allure.
"Zoe Hathaway, I know today is our fifth wedding anniversary, but I’m not interested in celebrating these things. If you intend to use this as a reason for our divorce, I advise you not to bother." Henry stood in front of , looking down with a cold voice.
"After not celebrating for years, I’d hardly start fussing about the anniversary now." I stood up too, looking up at Henry, "Think it over carefully. By now, you should have pretty much exhausted my usefulness, and more than , you need freedom, don’t you?"
Having said that, I headed upstairs to the bedroom without looking back, not wanting to say anything more.
Downstairs, there was the sound of a door slamming, followed by the roar of a car engine outside. I knew Henry had left, but this ti I felt very calm inside.
At that mont, my phone rang. It was my friend Crystal Dawson calling.
"Zoe, co out and have fun, let’s hit The Nightingale Garden!" Crystal’s booming voice shattered my gloom. She’s about my age but still single.
Since getting married, I seldom went out. Crystal could invite ten tis, and I could refuse her nine tis, yet still, she was very persistent.
"Sure!" I readily agreed, so much so that there was a long silence on the other end.
"Today is your anniversary with Henry Preston, are you sure you want to go out and play??" Crystal finally spoke again, her tone full of doubt and shock.
For four years in a row, I had used the wedding anniversary as an excuse to refuse Crystal.
"Yes, it’s an anniversary, not a morial. I’ll be right there." I answered Crystal with certainty, then hung up the phone.
Opening my closet, I saw a sea of black, white, and gray, with blue being a rare color. Each luxury brand had a variety of brilliant designs, and I, the poor fool, spent big bucks on the dullest styles.
After ten minutes, I picked out a halter black dress that wasn’t so dull, with a silky texture and a plunging V-neck that went almost down to the navel. The waist had an elastic band accentuating my overly slender waist, leaving my snow-white arms exposed and most of my back bare.
I rembered buying this dress specifically to seduce Henry, but that month, he didn’t even co ho.
The only thing I’m displeased with is that my chest is too flat, sowhat unworthy of the dress’s allure.
I’ll make do with it, eat more, and it will be fine, I comforted myself.
After getting dressed and putting on makeup, I went to the garage, got into a red Porsche, and headed straight to The Nightingale Garden.
The Nightingale Garden is a nightclub in City A, with a wild artistic na.
After parking, I went inside and found Crystal and the others at a designated bar area.
In college, Crystal Dawson, Tiana O’Connell, Leah Lane, and I were known as the four great talents of the Music Departnt. Everyone thought that after graduation, we would all make our mark. Instead, I got married young, Crystal beca a nightclub Casanova, Tiana climbed to a deputy manager position at her company, and only Leah remained steadfast, participating in music competitions everywhere, vowing to beco a singer.
"Long ti no see, long ti no see!" Crystal treated our eting like a state affair, leaping down from her high stool and shaking my hand with excitent.
The other two nodded repeatedly because I had almost disappeared from the scene after marriage.
For Henry, I gave up my social circle.
After a few drinks, Tiana sighed, "Zoe, if you don’t co out this ti, I would have doubted if the event I attended five years ago was your wedding or your funeral."
Completely dead.
"Strange, no candlelight dinner at ho today?" Crystal asked curiously, pulling open my eyelids, "Co on, let see, did that jerk Henry ignore you again, did you cry?"
"Could you not pull off my false eyelashes?" I swatted Crystal’s hand away.
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