I married a CEO, Fiona Smith, who was beautiful and rich. My mother, Audrey, was very proud of her for a while.

However, after seven years of marriage, our relationship became increasingly dull.

Audrey was seriously ill in the hospital. She wanted to see Fiona and her grandson but was unable to do so. In the end, Audrey left with regret.

I didn't inform Fiona's family. I quietly took care of Audrey's funeral in my hometown, and then called Fiona to file for a divorce.

The provocative voice of Fiona's assistant came from the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. She is very tired and fell asleep at my house. Please don't disturb her."

It wasn't until the next morning that she replied to me with a message indifferently: [As you wish!]

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A few days later, she came back from a business trip.

When I saw her, I didn't go to her as enthusiastically as before. I just continued watching TV.

"Help me pick out a pair of pajamas. I'm very tired." Fiona ordered me as usual, then took off her clothes and went to take a shower.

There was no one at home, so she took off her clothes one by one and threw them on the ground, revealing her beautiful figure and skin.

If it were in the past, I would definitely not be able to control myself and would go up to her, please her, and take a shower with her.

But now, I had no feelings.

After she finished her shower, she opened the bathroom door and saw me still sitting on the sofa watching TV. She frowned slightly and asked me, "Why didn't you get my pajamas? I'll wear your favorite one with cartoons on it, okay?"

"When are we getting divorced?"

I asked calmly.

"Stop it. It was so late last time you called me that I was already asleep."

Fiona said indifferently, "Erik is my assistant, so it's okay for him to answer my phone. I've already blamed him. Can you stop being jealous?"

"Jealous?"

She thought I was still jealous as before.

But she didn't know that I had been totally disappointed.

"Okay, go get me my pajamas. I'm really tired. Let's go to bed early and go to the hospital to visit Audrey tomorrow," Fiona said.

Her words deeply hurting my heart.

I looked at her coldly. "Visiting Audrey? Where are you going?"

"Hospital, of course."

Fiona said as a matter of course, "Oh, by the way, I also asked around during this business trip. There is a good hospital in other city. I can arrange for Audrey to be transferred there. After all, the medical conditions there are better in all aspects..."

"My mother is dead!"

Before she could finish, I couldn't help but yell.

Fiona was frightened by my screams and trembled...

She looked at me in disbelief, and might even have suspected for a moment that I was cheating on her.

"Audrey...why didn't I know about this?"

Fiona asked.

"Does it still matter now?"

I looked at her and asked coldly, "When my mother was alive, she couldn't even see you and Audrey, but now you say you want to see her! Is it fun to be so hypocritical?"

My roar silenced her.

She didn't say anything else, left the bathroom silently, and went to the cloakroom by herself.

Soon, she was wearing my favorite pajamas with cartoon characters on them, standing in the distance, looking at me and saying, "I'm sorry. I really don't know."

After she said this, she turned and went back to the room.

I felt pain in my heart again...

She and I met in high school. It was funny that we were in the same class in high school, one was the class monitor and the other was the vice-class monitor.

At the beginning, she was always the best student in the class.

Until one day, my total test score was only one point lower than hers.

She took the initiative to challenge me. "Even if there is only one point difference, I will always be better than you, just like I am the class monitor, and you are not!"

I didn't know why she provoked me like this.

But my desire to win was completely aroused.

I spent more time studying every day, and often sent her messages at 11 o'clock at night to ask if she had slept yet.

This greeting was not out of concern for her.

I wanted to confirm how hard she tried.

I wanted to work harder than her, surpass her and prove myself!

She seemed to think the same at that time, and would send me messages asking me if I had slept yet. Although she was a girl, she was very competitive.

We would even stay up until the early hours of the morning, hoping to work one minute harder than the other.

However, everything had its limits. Our vicious competition and lack of adequate sleep only led to daytime sleepiness.

It was okay for a day or two, but no one could stand it for a long time.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and came to me again. "We must make rules. We must go to bed at 10:30 every day. No one is allowed to study for one more minute!"

I looked at her with doubt and said, "I can do it, but I'm afraid you're cheating!"

"What!"

She said disdainfully, "I'm not that serious. If I were to defeat you, I would definitely do it fairly!"

I didn't follow through.

Although at 10:30 every day, we would send each other a message as soon as possible to tell each other that we would stop studying as agreed.

But I still secretly studied for half an hour more, or even read for half an hour more. I always believed that one more minute of effort would definitely be rewarded.

Once again the test finished.

Not surprisingly.

I got two more points than her!

She was very angry, and after school, she asked me to wait for her at the coffee shop outside the school.

As soon as she entered the coffee shop, she tore up the test paper in front of me, then threw the paper in my face, and asked me if I had secretly studied overtime!

Faced with her questioning, I felt a little embarrassed and admitted that I studied half an hour more every day.

I thought she would be even more angry when she heard that, but she left without saying a word.

Until another exam, she still failed to pass it. She cried in the classroom. And our teachers and classmates comforted her.

In the evening, she asked me to meet her in a park.

She asked me again if I had been learning secretly, and I generously admitted that I still studied half an hour more every day.

She cried when she heard this.

Only then did I realize that she was crying because she studied secretly until one o'clock in the morning every day, but was still surpassed by me time and time again.

We were all very naive and silly at that time. I just watched her cry and didn't know how to comfort her.

It was time for another exam.

I deliberately made two mistakes in the answers and lost to her.

These two mistakes were very childish. And I was criticized by the teacher in public and was called to the office for a lecture.

While I was in the office, Fiona took a look at my test paper and knew that I did it on purpose.

She asked me to meet her on the weekend.

But when the meeting time came, she didn't show up and didn't answer my phone calls. I looked for her everywhere and saw that she was blocked by two bastards in an alley.

I rushed to help her regardless of everything, but was beaten and had to be hospitalized.

During those days, she came to visit me in the hospital after school every day, showed me her class notes. We did homework and studied together.

Then, we were admitted to the same university.

She took the initiative to confess to me. She had feelings for me.

After we got together, I realized that her family was rich...

On the day we graduated from college, we decided to get married, but her family was very opposed to it.

Especially her sister, Gianna Smith, looked down on common people like me, spoke in a sarcastic tone, and sometimes even openly mocked me who came to curry favor with her family because they were rich.

But only Fiona and I knew the truth.

Our friendship was pure, which later developed into love. During this process, I didn't know that she was from a wealthy family.

I was very lost during that time.

In order to take my feelings into consideration, Fiona ignored her family's opposition, secretly went to church with me and married me.

Her parents were angry when they found it out. Until Fiona got the pregnancy test report, her parents finally accepted the fact.

But they still looked down on me. Many times, I was rejected by her family. No matter how enthusiastic I was, I was always ridiculed and humiliated by them.

At the beginning, Fiona would often comfort and encourage me.

But gradually, as time went by, especially after giving birth, she became colder and colder, drifted further and further away from me, and even had an unclear relationship with Erik.

I tried to win her back many times and became more proactive, gentle and caring.

But all this seemed to have no effect. Instead, it made her disgusted. She started to complain about me. Sometimes she even compared me to Erik and said that I was useless.

I was completely disheartened until my mother passed away in the hospital.

Only then did I fully understand that the pure feelings between us had long gone, and that special feeling between us no longer existed.

This relationship had deteriorated, and there was no need to continue.

It was late at night, and I had already gotten used to going to bed at eleven o'clock.

Instead of going back to our room, I chose other room.

Now, even when we were together, there was no love.

The next morning, Fiona and I opened the doors facing each other almost at the same time.

She looked at me for a moment and asked, "Why didn't you sleep in this room last night?"

"Is it necessary?"

I asked.

Fiona said with an unhappy look, "You are always so stingy and never be considerate of me at all!"

I said, "Yes, I don't understand you.

"My mother was in the hospital and wanted to see Andy for the last time!

"Erik said you fell asleep at his house!

"I've really been thinking carefully about how I can understand you and forgive you! But I can't figure it out!"

I walked straight away. When I reached the door, I turned around and asked, "For the divorce agreement, are you going to find a lawyer, or should I go?"

Fiona stood there and looked at me quietly. "Whatever!"

On the weekend. I went to the law office and had the lawyer help draw up the divorce papers.

After finishing this matter, I returned home again.

When I was about to open the door with the key, I hesitated.

I might never want to come back here again!

I pulled out the key and chose to go back to my house.

The house was empty. After Audrey's death, I was the only one left at home.

I dug out some photos from a few years ago from a drawer.

This was a photo of me, Audrey and Andy. In the photo, Audrey was smiling happily and kindly, but Andy had a sad and unhappy look.

Audrey was happiest when Andy was born.

But Fiona's family was too strong. They told my mother directly that Andy would not have a good future in her family, so Andy had to live with them.

They were responsible for raising and educating Andy. Audrey, as Andy's grandmother, could only visit him once a month.

Although Audrey felt lost at first, she was always very happy every time the day came when she could see Andy.

But as Andy grew up, he was educated like Fiona's family, despising the poor and looked down on Audrey.

I once got so angry about this that I slapped Andy hard.

But in the end, I was ostracized by their family. They called me a good-for-nothing.

Even Fiona said to me, "You are making a big deal out of nothing. It's normal for Andy to feel a little bit repulsive since he didn't grow up with Audrey!"

Andy was not raised properly by them.

They were the same. Andy even rejected me.

He might hate not only his poor grandmother, but also his poor father.

Once upon a time, Audrey was so happy that I had found such a beautiful, wealthy, and excellent wife. She had showed off.

But since she had a grandson, she should have been happier, but perhaps she was no longer happy.

Perhaps it was because of her long-term depression that she passed away early...

One o'clock in the morning.

Fiona called me when she saw that I hadn't returned home. "Where are you? Why don't you go home?"

Facing her question, I said calmly, "I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement today."

On the phone, Fiona was silent for a moment and then asked, "We're not getting a divorce, okay?"

Her words once again made my heart ache.

I thought I could totally not care.

But how could a relationship of so many years just disappear?

People were so complicated and full of contradictions.

I didn't answer her and just hung up the phone.

A few days later.

She called me again, said it was her mother's birthday, and asked me to go over.

I had no intention of going there.

But after looking at the divorce agreement in my hand, I decided to go and get it settled no matter what.

I came to her mother's old house again.

In the past, whenever I came to this villa, I would feel depressed.

But I didn't have that feeling now.

Maybe it was the divorce agreement in my hand that freed me and allowed me to no longer be bound by anything!

I arrived very late.

The house was already bustling with guests coming and going. Everyone was celebrating Fiona's mother's birthday, presenting gifts and congratulations, and the younger generations were asking for foods.

I was coming.

Everyone made me way.

I walked up to Fiona's mother with the divorce agreement.

Fiona and Gianna stood behind their mother. Erik was also present.

When my mother-in-law saw that I came so late, she looked unhappy.

As always, she scolded me with arrogance, "Why are you so late? Do you still care about me?"

Fiona stood behind her mother and said with a smile, "Mom, calm down. Ralph must have come so late to prepare a gift for you and give you a surprise."

After hearing this, my mother-in-law's expression softened a little. She asked coldly, "What gift did you bring?"

I smiled and handed the divorce agreement in my hand to my mother-in-law. "This may be the best gift I have given you in these years. This time, you should be satisfied."

When she saw "divorce agreement" on the paper, her face changed drastically.

The guests and relatives around us were all silent, looking at Fiona and me in disbelief.

Fiona's face suddenly turned pale...