When I asked him this question a few months ago, he pondered for a moment before saying seriously, "Ava is so innocent, and I don't want her to be a mistress. She is my girlfriend."
I suddenly laughed.
I couldn't help but ask him, "What about me? After six years of marriage, what am I?"
Eric always looked at me with a gaze filled with pity, a pity that bordered on indifference.
"Seraphina, you are sick after all. You can't spend the rest of your life with me.
I know you love me, and I'm sure you don't want to see me lonely and alone in my old age. You also want to see someone love me, right?"
At that moment, I understood.
Some men were destined to be heartless.
Ever since Eric bought a villa for Ava's dog, I made up my mind to divorce.
I transferred as much money and property as possible under my name, sending some to my mother and some to my best friend.
Even if something were to happen to me, I hoped they would be able to live better lives.
After sorting out all the evidence for the divorce, I drove to the company.
The receptionist raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw me and smiled. "Mrs. Marshall, why are you here? It's been a while since we last saw you!"
In the past, whenever Eric's company had problems, I would come to help him strategize and overcome difficulties.
The employees of the company knew that the Marshall Group's success owed half of its credit to me.
I smiled and asked, "Where's Eric?"
The receptionist glanced nervously towards the inside and looked somewhat hesitant.
"Mr. Marshall is probably still busy..."
I raised my foot to enter, but the receptionist hastily stopped me.
"Mrs. Marshall, Mr. Marshall gave instructions that no one should be allowed inside. If you have any urgent matters, please let me know, and I'll convey the message."
I smiled gently and took out a divorce agreement from my bag.
"I'm here to divorce him."
As soon as the words fell, the whole company fell silent.
The employees at their workstations turned their gazes toward me in shock and began whispering among themselves.
The receptionist's jaw dropped in astonishment.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse, I bypassed her and pushed open the door to Eric's office.
"Don't!" The receptionist shouted.
However, it was too late, as the door had already been opened.
Inside the office, Ava was sitting on Eric's lap, his hands tightly wrapped around her waist as they passionately kissed.