You Hurt Me, So I Erased You from My MemoryChapter 1
Silas Gill would bring a woman home from outside on every wedding anniversary under the pretext of letting me train them.
At our tenth anniversary dinner, the woman he brought home was a karaoke bar girl dressed in a Playboy bunny outfit.
"She doesn't have a dress, so you give her your wedding dress and the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes, I think the pair you have on your feet is good."
"Oh, right. She's young and doesn't understand many things. You'll have to put in the effort to teach her, especially about sex."
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself. I once again lived up to everyone's expectations and said I wanted to divorce Silas.
Silas chuckled, looking at me with contempt and mockery.
"Juliette Spencer, haven't you said 'divorce' every single time? I'm sick of hearing it, even more so than your moans in bed!"
"If you really want to divorce me, I'll give you one hundred million!"
The entire room erupted in laughter again, their words implying that I was playing hard to get and didn't know my place.
They didn't know that this was the hundredth time I'd said "divorce" and the only time I truly meant it.
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All eyes in the room landed on me. Even the karaoke girl who had just arrived covered her mouth and giggled.
"Alright, place your bets! I bet she'll regret it before walking out the door."
"I'll put a million on her not leaving!"
"I'll match thirty!"
The bet about whether I would divorce or not was a common thing on every wedding anniversary.
Many people hated me when they lost and didn't necessarily like me when they won.
I chuckled and shook my head, cursing myself for being useless. It's been ten years since I decided to leave Silas.
"I bet on divorce!"
A low voice came from the crowd and everyone else persuaded him not to overthink. I looked over but couldn't see the figure clearly.
"Silas, I'll mail the divorce agreement to your company. Remember to sign it when you receive it."
I had said "divorce" hundreds of times, but this was the first time I'd mentioned a divorce agreement.
Silas straightened up, the cigarette butt in his hand falling to the ground.
I acted like I didn't see it. I crouched down, removed my heels and gently set them by the girl's feet.
Her name was Sue Larson. She was in her early twenties and very beautiful.