I reached out and gently stroked the two energetic and smiling faces in the photo.
It had only been three years. I didn't expect that our marriage would come to an end do soon.
I felt sad, so I gritted my teeth, stuffed it into the trash bag, and threw it into the garbage station downstairs.
I didn't sleep well that night. I dreamed a lot about our past.
From the initial beauty, to the subsequent dullness, and finally to despair and loss.
It was almost dawn, and I fell into a sleepy state. When I opened my eyes again, it was already morning.
I opened my phone and saw a piece of local news saying that an international business conference was being held at the city exhibition center this morning.
The news also listed a long list of key personnel attending the conference.
Among them were the names of Xavier and Nicole. And what surprised me even more was the relationship label between the two.
[Xavier: President of the Walsh Group. Nicole: His wife.]
Seeing this, I sneered. Nicole was Xavier's wife? What about me?
I was planning to divorce Xavier, but I was still Mrs. Walsh now!
I immediately dressed up and took a taxi straight to the exhibition center.