At the same time, I laughed in anger.
In his eyes, are we women so cheap?
When he wants us, we come at his beck and call. When he doesn't want us, he kicks us away like garbage.
I asked shakily, "Ian, do you have a conscience?"
Ian seemed to have lost his patience. He looked at me with more irritation. "How dare you ask me that? Have I ever treated you badly in the four years of our marriage? Why can't you turn a blind eye? Why can others accept it, but you can't?"
I laughed angrily and coldly retorted, "By your logic, can I also go out and find the novelty you mentioned?"
These words seemed to provoke him.
Ian suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "How dare you!"
Facing his angry gaze, I slightly pulled the corners of my mouth. "See, even you can't accept it. So why do you expect me to?
"Let's divorce, Ian. I don't want to continue anymore."
He still didn't agree to the divorce. He gave me a fierce look and then slammed the door on his way out.
I collapsed onto the bed. I looked at the familiar room layout in front of me and felt a wave of sadness.
Earlier this year, my dad, who was known as a model husband, had an affair.
His mistress was pregnant with his child. She came straight to my house to confront us.
She screamed and demanded my parents get a divorce.
The commotion caused everyone around us to know about the affair.
My mom had been with him for most of her life. There was no way she hadn't noticed.
But she chose to endure it.
I had seen moments of their deep affection. I had also seen my dad hitting my mom to protect his mistress.
I almost broke down at that time. It was Ian who came out to resolve everything.
He held me tightly. His voice was unsteady, and kept comforting me, saying, "I'm here. Don't be afraid."
Since then, he had given me all the security I needed.
He would always report to me wherever he went.
Even when having dinner with friends, he would make a video call just to reassure me.
However, he kept a woman who was three years younger than me secretly.
If I hadn't impulsively decided to clean the study that day, would he have hidden it from me forever?
My vision blurred. My sore eyes ached faintly, and my lower abdomen began to hurt slightly.
I held my lower abdomen in pain. The intense pain made it difficult for me to walk.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the phone on the bedside table.
I instinctively called Ian.