He supported her, his face full of reproach as he looked at me. "There's nothing between me and Gwen."
"I've explained it to you many times," Jean defended Gwen, "You're so narrow-minded, you see everything as dirty!"
Before I came here, I thought that something had really happened to Jean.
I also considered what I would do if Jean was set up by someone and whether he was being framed by a competitor to ruin the company.
But I never thought of this.
It was because of that woman, Gwen Ellison.
Again, it was Gwen.
She was the nightclub girl Jean suddenly met half a year ago.
Jean always mentioned if Gwen was someone that he believed he should help, just because she was a poor widow.
Countless times he was trying to save her life, leading to countless fierce arguments between us.
No matter what, he always instinctively defended that woman, thinking that I was being aggressive and that it was my fault.
Later, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and brought up divorce.
Only then did Jean finally calm down.
He said, "I promise, there will never be Gwen between us."
He promised, "Between you and Gwen, I will always choose you."
Jean cried and said he loved me, begging me to give him a chance.
I softened, thinking we had gone through many things in this relationship, that Gwen had truly been kicked out of our lives.
But I didn't expect that in just a month, that woman would return so forcefully, reappearing in front of me in this way.
Looking at Jean's complete bias towards Gwen, a sense of exhaustion instantly overwhelmed me, dragging me down and making even the air feel suffocating.
"Forget it."
My voice was very soft, so soft that Jean was stunned and he asked again. "What did you say?"
"Juliet," Jean asked me, "What did you just say?"
"I said forget it," I tried my best to stay calm.
I didn't want to let this kind of thing affect my mood anymore, so I told Jean, “I’ll sign the release letter now. Go ahead and play the saint, keep helping that poor widow you adore so much.”
"But," I ignored the prostitute woman who was secretly rejoicing beside me and looked at Jean's stunned face, smiling, "Let's just end it."
"Jean, let's get a divorce."
Even after I left the police station, the atmosphere there still remained heavy.
Jean refused to agree to the divorce and forcefully got into my car, even insisting on squeezing the prostitute woman into the back seat.