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.

For several days after that, Elliott would go home on time after finishing his work at the company.

After coming back, he put down his phone, put on an apron, and went into the kitchen.

After working for two hours, several dishes were finally served. They didn't look very good, but the presentation was very attentive.

Elliott approached me cautiously.

"Victoria, I was not nice to you before. I will make it up to you in the future."

He spoke in an awkward tone, with guilt, and came over to hold my hand.

"Actually, nothing had happened between Emily and me. I just wanted to piss you off and make you apologize, so I deliberately let you misunderstand.

"I'm sorry, Victoria."

His tone was so sincere that I almost thought he was telling the truth.

He thought this would move me.

But I couldn't help but think of the day after our wedding anniversary when he made a special trip home to apologize to me.

His expression that day was just as sincere and affectionate as it was now.

But he didn't notice that there was still a lipstick mark on the side of his cheek.

That trace of lipstick was like a thorn, piercing my heart.

At that moment, I understood everything.

But now, he actually said that there was nothing between him and Emily. He lied.

I shook my head, put down the divorce agreement, and placed it in the most obvious place on the table. "Whether it is true or not, we know it very well.

"You should sign it when you have time. I don't want to embarrass us, Elliott."

I turned around and went back to my room with my laptop and locked the door.

Elliott hovered at the door for a long time. His footsteps stopped. He seemed to be hesitating whether to knock on the door.

In the end, he didn't knock.

I turned off the lights in the room and was almost falling asleep when Elliott's voice rang out from outside.

"Victoria, I know you're sick. I shouldn't have deliberately angered you. I was so wrong!

"No matter what, I promise you that there is nothing between Emily and me anymore. I will fire her and get a new secretary tomorrow. And I will never have anything to do with her again!

"Why don't you open the door and we'll talk?"