I softened, thinking we had gone through many things in this relationship, that Gwen had truly been kicked out of our lives.
But I didn't expect that in just a month, that woman would return so forcefully, reappearing in front of me in this way.
Looking at Jean's complete bias towards Gwen, a sense of exhaustion instantly overwhelmed me, dragging me down and making even the air feel suffocating.
"Forget it."
My voice was very soft, so soft that Jean was stunned and he asked again. "What did you say?"
"Juliet," Jean asked me, "What did you just say?"
"I said forget it," I tried my best to stay calm.
I didn't want to let this kind of thing affect my mood anymore, so I told Jean, “I’ll sign the release letter now. Go ahead and play the saint, keep helping that poor widow you adore so much.”
"But," I ignored the prostitute woman who was secretly rejoicing beside me and looked at Jean's stunned face, smiling, "Let's just end it."
"Jean, let's get a divorce."
Even after I left the police station, the atmosphere there still remained heavy.
Jean refused to agree to the divorce and forcefully got into my car, even insisting on squeezing the prostitute woman into the back seat.