Ten Years of Marriage, Ten Years of Future

　　The perfect husband I had loved for ten years gave me jewelry worth millions.

　　He said, "Natalie, let's get a divorce. I want to give her a status."

　　The next morning, we went to the City Clerk's Office.

　　That night, Samuel didn't come home.

　　He booked my favorite restaurant and celebrated getting himself off the hook with his mistress, Emily.

　　At the same time, my phone kept ringing.

　　[Let's meet now, Natalie.]

　　[Natalie, I've never forgotten you.]

　　[Natalie, I'll wait for you at the same place.]

　　…

　　In strong winds, Samuel and I walked into the City Clerk's Office.

　　Seeing my disheveled hair, he gently tidied it for me.

　　Seeing this, the staff took the initiative to assign us a marriage registration number.

　　"Sorry, we're here for a divorce."

　　Hearing my intention, the staff looked puzzled.

　　At the divorce window, the clerk asked him the reason for the divorce.

　　Samuel remained silent, and I kindly spoke for him.

　　"Incompatible personalities, broken feelings."

　　Everyone knows this was just a polite excuse.

　　The real reason was that Samuel had his another dear girlfriend who has captivated him.

　　Emily was an intern at his company.

　　He took her to and from work, accompanied her by a hospital bed, and presented her with 99 champagne roses at a public campus event under everyone's gaze.

　　He seemed to have become her guardian.

　　As for me, my reason was simpler.

　　I never dealt with second-hand goods.

　　Looking at the two faded marriage certificates, the staff sincerely advised us not to act rashly.

　　"I'm busy, please process it as soon as possible."

　　His cold words greatly accelerated the process.

　　An hour later, we received a divorce agreement in a cooling-off period.

　　He pursed his thin lips.

　　"Natalie, where are you going later? I'll give you a ride."

　　Without giving me a chance to refuse, Samuel walked quickly to the parking lot and drove the car directly in front of me.

　　I reached out to open the passenger door.

　　Suddenly, I remembered that we were no longer a couple.

　　In the end, facing his complex gaze, I calmly sat in the back seat.

　　The black car smoothly merged into traffic. Even sitting in the rear, I could tell that Samuel was in a good mood.

　　I asked him to turn up the air conditioning.

　　The low temperature was causing my rhinitis to act up, and I couldn't help sniffing.

　　He silently handed me a half-used pack of tissues.

　　We've known each other since childhood, been married for ten years, and he knows very well that I don't have rhinitis.

　　"Natalie, as for our divorce, I'll talk to your parents."

　　As always, Samuel likes to take care of my affairs and shoulder the responsibility himself.

　　In fact, he wasn't like this when he was young.

　　As a child, Samuel was as thin as a bean sprout and shy.

　　In kindergarten, he was often bullied by bad kids, and his clothes and shoes were covered in mud.

　　It was me, the gentle-looking but actually domineering little demon.

　　Thanks to his mother always giving me candy, I climbed onto the broadcast control desk and announced to the entire kindergarten.

　　"Samuel Lewis is Natalie More's little brother."

　　That's when Samuel went from a timid little boy sprout to the school's heartthrob with numerous fan girls.

　　At that time, I treated Samuel as a good friend, but he used the excuse of helping me study math to pester me to study with him, insisting that we attend the same university.

　　Later, we did attend the same university.

　　Samuel became my love jinx.

　　With him around, even if I was beautiful and well-known, not a single guy dared to approach me for four whole years.

　　On the day of graduation, Samuel took me to the astronomy museum on campus.

　　He turned off all the lights in the building and revealed a dazzling universe I had never seen before.

　　He held my hand, which was full of sweat.

　　"Natalie, will you marry me? I swear I will be good to you for the rest of my life."

　　At that time, I said yes without hesitation.

　　But today, faced with Samuel's false sympathy, I chose to refuse without hesitation.

　　"Mr. Lewis, you don't need to worry about my affairs. I can handle them myself."