Just then, Kurt came down from upstairs, heard what I said, and said softly, "Lara, I will not divorce you.
"You can be angry and scold me as you want, as long as we don't get divorced."
I turned to look at him and said calmly, "Believe it or not, I'm not angry. I just don't want to have Mills' wife written on my tombstone after I die. It would make me feel sick, and I would die with regrets.
"You're a stain in my life."
Kurt came closer, and the somewhat blurry face was finally no longer calm. He looked at me and gritted his teeth.
We confronted each other in silence.
Anna was about to hit me but stopped by him.
"Lara, do you think of me like this?"
I forced a smile, saying nonchalantly, "What else? Don't you think everyone in this world would be proud to have you in their lives?"
His face darkened, and I could feel that he was furious.
He bowed to my mother and apologized, "Anna, I'm sorry.
"I agree to Lara's request this time. Don't worry. Even if we get divorced, I will treat you as my mother, my biological mother."
He drove, and we went to get the divorce certificate.
At the entrance of the door, Kurt spoke to me, "Lara, it's your last chance. You can't regret it later."
"No regrets."
Having finished speaking, I walked into the courthouse.
We got the divorce certificate smoothly.
After that, we went home together. I asked the maid to help me pack some luggage and take it downstairs.
Anna was busy comforting Kurt.
I stopped and said to her at the door.
"Mom, if the call for help I made to Kurt half a month ago was true, would you still stop him from saving me?"
