“The divorce agreement has been drafted. When are you going to tell Harvey about it?” she asked in the middle of the journey.
I directly answered without thinking, “Maybe in the middle of the month. He will definitely come back to have dinner with his grandfather.”
In the middle of every month, we would return to the Collins Family’s old house without fail to have a simple meal with the elderly, so it was the perfect time to discuss it.
Divorce with Harvey was no small matter. So, I had to take advantage of the time to reserve all possible escape routes for myself.
Stephanie had been busy updating her Instagrams several times a day.
From the photo with the domineering boss, work overtime with him until late at night and stand together on the most magnificent building in the city and overlook the earth.
She also wrote that it was her first time to experience skydiving, her first time to feel the real underwater world and her first time to see the beauty of the aurora.
The experiences and surprises from the business trip brought her were things she would never be able to achieve in her entire life.
But in the past, I was the only one who accompanied Harvey to do those things.
So, the way my colleagues looked at me was cautious but sympathetic at that moment.
Harvey conceded that Stephanie was using that method to disgust me.
However, if it was really true, it was really murderous and heartbreaking.
For several days, it was only Claire who lived and ate with me, assisting with the legal affairs department in handling the financial division issues with Harvey.
One day, she stormed into the office holding a file bag and grumbled, “Claudine, Harvey is really too much.”
I was in the middle of signing a business document when I heard that. So, I simply looked up, only to find Claudine on the verge of exploding with anger.
“What's wrong? Is he back?”
Claudine slapped the file bag on the desk. There was a USB and several photos of Harvey and Stephanie lying in the hotel's couple suite slid out.
Harvey was shirtless, with an ambiguous red mark on his chest that was particularly eye-catching.
Finally, she answered my question, “The person hasn't come back yet, but the nude photos have.”
My straight shoulders slowly drooped and my heart felt like it was being held captive by something, causing waves of pain.