He told me that Luis said he was busy tonight and booked a table at the old place at noon.
"I see."
Luis did this every time. He would make me angry and then coax me casually.
He was confident that I would buy into his tricks.
That was ridiculous.
After getting off work, I went to the restaurant alone.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the beautiful buildings across the river.
The spaghetti here was delicious and expensive.
I ate one and paid the bill for everyone in the restaurant.
I hadn't spent much of Luis' money in these years, but I was known as an extravagant woman.
If I didn't spend his money, I would not live up to the title.
The lawyer sent me the prepared divorce agreement.
I sent it to Luis.
[Let's get a divorce. I'll give you a week to come back and sign it.]
The female star posted an Instagram.
It was a photo of a meteor shower and two hands clasping together.
I recognized one of the hands, which was wearing the wedding ring that Luis and I wore when we got married.
[The meteor shower happens once every 4000 years, and I saw it with the man I love.]
Luis said he was busy in the evening and asked me to have lunch with him at noon.
It turned out that he wanted to watch the meteor shower with his new girlfriend.
He loved his new girlfriend so much.
Feeling furious, I slammed the table and yelled, "Waiter, I'll pay for all the bills tonight!"
After dinner, I walked along the river.
When I got home, I found the lights on.
There were two pairs of shoes at the entrance.
They were a pair of men's shoes and a pair of high heels.
I walked in and saw Luis hugging Claire on the sofa in the living room.
He was drunk, and his cheeks were flushed. He kept kissing Claire.
Claire was quite sober. Seeing me standing at the corner, she pushed Luis away.
This was the first time I met her in person.
She looked better than the photos online.
She had long curly hair, a delicate small face, and a good figure, looking very charming.
She was indeed a female star.
Claire walked towards me and stretched out her hand with a smile. "You are Mr. Luis White's wife, right? He is drunk, and I just took him home. Please don't get me wrong."
If there wasn't provocation and complacency in her eyes when she said this, I would believed it.
"It's okay. I've sent the divorce agreement to him on WhatsApp. When he wakes up, please remind him to check it. I'm going back to my room."