You Hurt Me, So I Erased You from My Memory

Silas Gill would bring a woman home from outside on every wedding anniversary under the pretext of letting me train them.

At our tenth anniversary dinner, the woman he brought home was a karaoke bar girl dressed in a Playboy bunny outfit.

"She doesn't have a dress, so you give her your wedding dress and the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes, I think the pair you have on your feet is good."

"Oh, right. She's young and doesn't understand many things. You'll have to put in the effort to teach her, especially about sex."

Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself. I once again lived up to everyone's expectations and said I wanted to divorce Silas.

Silas chuckled, looking at me with contempt and mockery.

"Juliette Spencer, haven't you said 'divorce' every single time? I'm sick of hearing it, even more so than your moans in bed!"

"If you really want to divorce me, I'll give you one hundred million!"

The entire room erupted in laughter again, their words implying that I was playing hard to get and didn't know my place.

They didn't know that this was the hundredth time I'd said "divorce" and the only time I truly meant it.

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All eyes in the room landed on me. Even the karaoke girl who had just arrived covered her mouth and giggled.

"Alright, place your bets! I bet she'll regret it before walking out the door."

"I'll put a million on her not leaving!"

"I'll match thirty!"

The bet about whether I would divorce or not was a common thing on every wedding anniversary.

Many people hated me when they lost and didn't necessarily like me when they won.

I chuckled and shook my head, cursing myself for being useless. It's been ten years since I decided to leave Silas.

"I bet on divorce!"

A low voice came from the crowd and everyone else persuaded him not to overthink. I looked over but couldn't see the figure clearly.

"Silas, I'll mail the divorce agreement to your company. Remember to sign it when you receive it."

I had said "divorce" hundreds of times, but this was the first time I'd mentioned a divorce agreement.

Silas straightened up, the cigarette butt in his hand falling to the ground.

I acted like I didn't see it. I crouched down, removed my heels and gently set them by the girl's feet.

Her name was Sue Larson. She was in her early twenties and very beautiful.

"These shoes might pinch a bit at first, but you'll get used to them if you wear them more."

"As for the dress and jewelry Silas mentioned, I'll have Aunt May bring them to you."

"Before you, Silas brought back nine other girls. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask them. They live on the third floor and your room is the last one on the right."

In our ten years of marriage, the number of women Silas had brought back could have formed his own harem at home.

Tall ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones, innocent ones, glamorous ones, aloof ones, lively ones – he had them all.

Rumor had it outside that he wanted to be like an ancient king and gather the twelve beauties in his home.

Sadly, I didn't have that fortune; I wouldn't be one of those beauties.

I patted the invisible dust on my shoes, got up and walked barefoot towards the door.

Unfortunately, before I could even step out, a strong force from behind yanked me back.

"Juliette, if you're leaving, then leave clean. Every single thing on your body was bought with my money."

My bare feet seemed to be stepping on the ice at that moment and even my breathing trembled.

"You want me to strip?"

Silas raised his eyebrows. His eyes seemed to see through me.

"When your family went bankrupt, didn't your mother strip you naked and put you on my bed? You leave the same way you came!"

"Or do you regret it? That's fine, kneel and put her shoes on and I'll forgive you."

The group of people behind Silas laughed so hard that they fell backward.