Part 3I Want a Divorce, But My Husband Wants to Play Games

That very evening, I placed the divorce agreement in front of Arthur.

In the quiet study, the man in the white shirt sat there, radiating an aura of noble gentleness.

Completely different from the image I held in my memory.

I had seen Arthur beat someone up once.

It was in a filthy alleyway near the old campus of A University.

To make it hurt more, he held a Zippo lighter in his fist, striking with ruthless, heavy blows.

Until the sound of bones crunching echoed in the air, mixed with the man's agonizing screams.

The slightly boyish, handsome face of the youth looked somewhat demonic, splattered with crimson blood.

That was the first time I met the person Chloe constantly talked about.

The sole heir to the Vance Group.

Violent, reckless, fearless.

Perhaps because that summer was exceptionally hot and sticky, I inexplicably disliked him.

My thoughts returned to the present.

Arthur was still staring silently at that piece of paper. It had been so long I started to doubt his literacy skills.

I couldn't help but ask:

"Can you not read?"

Arthur finally moved. He turned his head to look out the window, his expression flat: "It's been raining all day."

My gaze followed his to the damp windowpane.

Okay, and?

"I'm in a bad mood. Let's divorce next time."

Me: ???

...

For the past two days, Arthur and I had been locked in a bizarre tug-of-war.

The chat history on my phone was still stuck on the message I sent this morning, reminding him to sign the papers.

He had deliberately ignored me again.

Me: [You're avoiding this.]

Arthur: [Avoiding it may be shameful, but it's useful.]

A few moments later, my phone buzzed again.

Arthur: [Sleeping with me and then abandoning me. What a player.]

What was that supposed to mean?

Wasn't I graciously making way for his true love?

Arthur: [Did I make you uncomfortable last night, so now you're mad?

[Okay, I admit I lack experience, but doing this really makes me lose face.

[Besides, you seemed to enjoy it later on /frantic emoji/.]

His overly blunt words made my old face flush red.

Me: [You were the one who said I could have a divorce anytime.]

Arthur: [...

[You talk too much. Blocking you for half a day.]

I tried to reply again.

The screen displayed a notification: The recipient has rejected your message.

Me: ???

This guy is so childish.