At this moment, I was looking at Elliott in front of me.

He was still holding the fast food in his hand. And he looked aggrieved, like a bullied child.

He sat down next to me and softened his tone in an attempt to be friendly.

"Honey, please don't be angry.

"That was Emily's fault. She knew we were in a cold war, so she sent you roses. She meant well. She didn't know you were allergic to pollen. I apologized to you on her behalf."

Elliott frowned, as if I was being unreasonable.

Without wasting any time, I took out the divorce agreement and property division agreement and threw them to him.

This scene also happened a month ago.

A month ago, Elliott and I had a fight about Emily and we were in a cold war for a long time.

He didn't go home for weeks.

We had agreed in advance that our sixth wedding anniversary would be celebrated in a grand manner, but Elliott broke his promise and did not return home all night.

I sat alone in front of a sumptuous candlelight dinner, eating slowly and leisurely.

But the doorbell rang. Someone sent me a big bouquet of roses.

There was also a card with a sentence written on it.

[Victoria, happy sixth anniversary!]

I sneered.

Without any hesitation, I threw the flowers and the card into the trash can.

Then I decisively printed out the divorce agreement and sent it to Elliott's company.

Elliott knew it six years ago.

I was allergic to pollen. The flowers I hated the most were roses.

But afterwards he came specially to apologize, saying that Emily did not mean it and that she meant well.

But we were both women. I knew what Emily was thinking.

If she really had good intentions, she wouldn't have monopolized Elliott that night and humiliated me with roses.

It was a pity that Elliott didn't listen.

He tore up the divorce agreement into pieces and walked away with a cold face.

Even though he tore it up, I printed out ten more copies and handed him a new one.

"Please sign it when you have time.

"Since you like Emily so much, you should take some responsibility and give her a name. Don't let her be called a mistress anymore."

Elliott turned a deaf ear to it, tore up the divorce agreement, and threw it into the trash can.

He bent down, opened the suitcase, took out a packaging box, and deliberately changed the subject.

"Victoria, when I got back from my business trip, the first thing I did was to give you an anniversary gift. Do you like it?"

I took a quick glance. It was an exquisite necklace.

But he forgot that I no longer like wearing these jewels.

Elliott looked at me expectantly. And when he saw that I didn't move, he pushed the necklace towards me again.

I raised my hand to knock it away and stood up impatiently, "Elliott, you should know that continuing to waste time like this will not benefit anyone."

Although in front of outsiders, we still looked like a loving couple.

But we knew very well that this marriage was just a facade.

He almost treated Emily's house as his own home. And I also heard him making phone calls in the study.

"Wait for me at home. After I finish my work here, I will go back to accompany you."

Needless to say, the person on the other end of the phone was definitely Emily.

When facing Emily, Elliott would subconsciously become much gentler.

I couldn't help but think back to the first few years of our relationship in college when Elliott and I were just dating, and he was also so doting on me.

At that time, Elliott's parents did not agree with his relationship with me and cut off his living expenses.

He worked part-time to earn money just to buy me a chocolate cake for 398 dollars.

He would use one month's salary to buy me a plain ring and carefully help me put it on my hand.

"Victoria, I will treat you well for the rest of my life and only love you forever."

I closed my eyes.

These memories were many years old.

Even if it was not blown away by the wind, it would slowly fade away with time.

When the necklace fell to the ground, it rolled out of the box, making a crisp sound.

There was silence in the room.

Elliott stood there stiffly, without bending down to pick it up. When he looked up at me again, his eyes had changed.

I raised my eyes to look at him provocatively.

"Have you had enough of me? Then sign it."

I deliberately provoked him, just wanting a quick divorce and freedom.

But Elliott suddenly smiled.

He looked at me coldly, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Victoria, don't you just want a divorce?

"I won't let you have your wish."

"I will make sure you never leave me until you die!"

Elliott turned around and went back to the study, closing the door heavily.

How could there be such unreasonable people?

A severe pain came from my abdomen. I felt as if all my strength was drained away. I fell on the sofa with a pale face.

Elliott didn't know that I was sick.

Just three months ago, I made an appointment with a top domestic expert for surgery. There was great hope that I could recover.

But on the day of the operation, Emily suffered from acute appendicitis.

Elliott was so distressed that he snatched my appointment and went to perform appendectomy surgery on Emily.

He didn't know how long I had been waiting in line and how important this surgery was to me.

"Elliott, you're so cruel!"

I slapped him in anger. "Do you know I'm sick? How can you be so filthy?"

At that time, all he cared about was Emily. He grabbed my wrist fiercely.

Elliott sneered.

"Victoria, stop pretending.

"You're so strong. Why are you pretending to be sick? Aren't you just jealous of Emily and want to compete with her?

"I can let you make a fuss about other things, but not this surgery!"

It was also from that time that I started thinking about divorce.

Since then, I had been waiting every day to get an appointment with a specialist, only to be told that I had to wait in line for another six months.

But the doctor said that my body couldn't wait any longer and that I had to undergo surgery within six months to have any hope of recovery.

Otherwise, if my disease was terminal, I wouldn't live much longer.

Just a few days ago, I ran into my university alumni, Adrian, by chance. He was able to make an appointment with a specialist and said he could give it to me.

"But there is one request. You have to divorce Elliott."

After some inquiries, I found out that Adrian was none other than Emily's cousin.

The reason why Adrian was so kind to help me was just to stand up for Emily.

I couldn't sleep for several nights.

Finally, I agreed to Adrian.

"Within a month, I will divorce him. Please help me."

I promised Adrian.