Seeing the Quinn family members glaring at me with ashen faces, especially the old Mrs. Quinn who was angrily pounding the table, trembling as she cursed me while pointing at my nose, it seemed they still didn’t understand what a lack of manners truly meant.
Sighing quietly, I walked to the corner of the dining table and suddenly yanked off the white tablecloth.
The crisp sound of plates crashing to the floor, food splattering everywhere.
The Quinn family’s elegant attire was all stained by the flying food.
No one is immune to fear of a madman.
Perhaps because my actions were so crazy, yet my eyes remained unusually calm and clear.
For a moment, no one dared to speak, nor did anyone dare to approach me.
My gaze met Milo Quinn’s, and I spread my hands, a relaxed expression on my face:
“I’ve wanted to do this since the day I married into your Quinn family.”
Seven years had passed, and I thought I could really endure it
Fortunately, from now on, there was nothing left to worry about.
The old Mrs. Quinn clutched her chest, demanding in a trembling voice that Milo immediately divorce me,
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Before I could thank her for her help. Milo told everyone that i had been in a poor mental state lately and asked them to take offense,
“Aria Lee, clean all this up. This is your last chance.”
At these words, Jennie and the Quinn family looked at him in disbelief.
Even I couldn’t help but want to check his forehead for a fever–was he sick?
“You’re insane.”
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After cursing Milo Quinn, I simply took out the divorce agreement from my bag.
I threw it at him in front of everyone.
“Theo, Mom will come see you when she has time.”
After saying this, I walked out of the Quinn family mansion without a backward glance.
The car roared to life, about to drive away.
In the rearview mirror, Milo Quinn came running, with Jennie close behind.
His
hand was bleeding, but he seemed unaware as he frantically knocked on the car window.
“Arial” he called out, asking me to talk things over with him.
Jennie cried out: “Take care of your wound first, Mr. Quinn!”
He ignored her, his eyes fixed only on me:“Aria Lee, get out of the car first?”
I gave a cold laugh, stepped on the gas, and resolutely drove away.
That night, my phone rang incessantly
y like a ti
a tidal
wave
Even when set to silent, the screen kept flashing until I couldn’t stand it anymore and removed the SIM card.
With the phone unreachable, Milo Quinn switched to bombarding me with messages on SnapChat.
He questioned whether my decision to divorce was solely because of those roses.
He apologized, not understanding why I was still holding onto that.
He mentioned our seven years together, urging me not to throw it all away over something small
When he brought up our son, his words became even more earnest, unwilling to let our family fall apart.
After deep thought, I only replied with one sentence:
“You need to calm down.”
This phrase, which he often used to quell my anger, I know well its power.
Sure enough, he fell silent instantly, sending no more messages.
For the next week, he seemed to vanish, never contacting me again.
I noticed that he would quietly drive to the old neighborhood where I lived, lingering near my rundown apartment building.
At the time, I was standing on the roof watering some flowers, my gaze inadvertently catching that familiar license plate. I lazily stretched,
then turned and went back inside.
Although the divorce proceedings hadn’t officially begun, my new life had already started.
I found a temporary job at a convenience store near a park not far from home, gradually regaining my ability to interact with the outside
world.
Having been a housewife for so long, I had almost forgotten how to converse naturally with people.
Fortunately, most customers were extremely patient and understanding.
Among them w
was a young college student who would bring his golden retriever to walk in the park every day, often asking me to watch his dog
tied up outside the store.
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leisure.
Occasionally, he would even bring some of his homemade food to share with me. Our relationship grew increasingly close, becoming indispensable friends in each other’s lives.
One weekend ever, I finally received a SnapChat message from Milo Quinn, asking me to come to his office to handle the divorce agreement.
In the past, he didn’t like me appearing at his company, perhaps worried that my plain attire would embarmss him in front of his colleagues.
When I received the message, I had just finished my shift at the convenience store, so I quickly freshened up before heading to his office.
When I arrived, he was busy on a call, glancing at me before gesturing for me to sit and wait.
I noticed Jennie wasn’t around, so I gave up on the idea of having coffee and instead immersed myself in a mobile game.
When I finished a round, I realized Milo Quinn had been standing behind me, silently watching for some time.
“Sign here.” He looked away, placing the divorce agreement on the coffee
