“Mrs. Brown, you need to apply first and have Mr. Brown sign off before you can get a
check.”
“Just like the jewelry you wear, it needs to be registered before use.”
“Madam, do you understand what I mean?”
1 hung up the phone. I lowered my head, very quiet.
After a while, I looked up at myself in the glass, gently raised my hand. On ring finger was my wedding diamond ring.
my
slender
This was the only thing on me that didn’t need to be requested from Arlo, didn’t need to
be registered and reported to his secretary.
How pathetic I was as Mrs. Brown.
I blinked dazedly and suddenly said: “Help me find someone to sell the wedding ring.”
My stepmother was stunned: “Grona, have you gone crazy?”
slowly turned around. In the desolate lobby late at night, even my footsteps sounded lonely.
After walking a few steps, I paused, then said firmly:
“Auntie, I’m very clear–headed. I’ve never been this clear–headed before. I want to divorce
Arlo.”
Three days later, Arlo returned home.
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Arlo pushed open the bedroom door to see me sitting at the dressing table organizing
items.
He put down his luggage, loosened his tie, and sat on the bed examining me.
After marriage, I always enjoyed doing housework, organizing things, making snacks.
If I didn’t still hold the title of Mrs. Brown Group, in Arlo’s heart I was really no different from a housekeeper.
For a long time I didn’t speak. Arlo was also tired from his business trip. Seeing I didn’t speak, he was too lazy to say anything.
He went straight to the closet, took a bathrobe and went to the shower.
While showering, he probably thought that with my weak personality, by the time he
finished I would have calmed down.
Then I would continue to be a gentle wife.
He was so certain I would always love him like this.
So when he walked out of the bathroom and found his suitcase still in its original place, he felt it necessary to talk to me.
Arlo sat down on the sofa, casually picked up a magazine to read. After a while, he looked up at me and said:
“How is your father’s condition?”
“I’ve already reprimanded Secretary Quinn about that night.”
He spoke lightly, without much sincerity.
I put down what I was holding, and looked up to meet his gaze in the mirror.
In the mirror, Arlo’s features were deep–set and his aura was noble. Even a bathrobe looked better on him than others.
