When I got home the next day, Stephan was waiting for me as expected.
After a few words of routine concern, he pulled me to sit on the sofa. The divorce agreement was still on the coffee table.
"Wife, I'm really doing this for your own good. Be obedient, I can't let my debts drag you down, maybe it will drag down your job promotion in the future. As long as I can get through this crisis, we can get remarried." Stephan looked into my eyes and his words were full of love and cherishment for me.
The excuse he said couldn't even affect my work. But under the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, there were a few kiss marks vaguely visible.
My eyes suddenly filled with tears and I choked up and asked him, "Stephan, are you really going to have a fake divorce with me because of the company's debt?"
Stephan held my hand tightly, frowning slightly, "Natasha, don't you still believe me? I love you so much, if there is no other choice, how could I choose the path of fake divorce to save you!"
Stephan's eyes were red and I was imprinted in his dark pupils.
Before I opened my mouth, Lilian stood at the door with a suitcase.
"Uncle! I'm back!" she called out excitedly.
She was wearing a bright yellow dress, beautiful, young and energetic. Unlike me, boring and uninteresting.
As soon as she came in, she took Stephan's arm, "Uncle, I'm so tired from the flight."
Lilian pretended to glance at my red eyes and exclaimed, "Aunt, what's wrong with you?"
She pointed at the divorce agreement on the table and covered her mouth deliberately and shouted, "Ah? You want to divorce?"
Stephan frowned, bent down to put away the divorce agreement and touched her head lovingly. "Why are you back? Just arrived?"
The ordinary scene became dazzling in my eyes. The discussion about divorce was interrupted again and I went back to the room on the pretext of feeling uncomfortable. Leaving the two of them, they continued to play the uncle-nephew relationship.
I turned my head and looked at Stephan's study. That was Stephan's private space and he never let anyone in.
As if possessed by a ghost, I pushed open the door. At one glance, I froze in place. In the dim study, the entire wall was covered with Lilian's photos. Stephan recorded all the looks of Lilian from his own perspective. She was cute, pure and sweet, or beautiful and every smile and frown was so moving.