I dated Jade for four years in university, and after graduation, we got married. It had been three years.
In these seven years, I had been considerate and responsive to her every need.
She said she liked Australian art, so I accompanied her in preparing for studying abroad.
She didn't have money, so I took on all her study abroad expenses and let her live a luxurious life.
I waited for her return.
Then we'd have the century wedding ceremony that she had been longing for.
But everything changed since last night.
Standing here, I looked at her face. There was no love for me, only wariness against me.
I was in a daze.
My heart broke for good.
I took out the paper I printed at the copy shop in the morning.
"Jade, let's get divorced."
She took the divorce agreement and looked at the bottom, sneering and shaking it.
"Stop bluffing. You wanna divorce me? You don't even dare to sign?"
I was stunned for a second and then shook my head.
"Sorry. I was in a hurry on the way and forgot to sign it."
I then solemnly signed my name on the divorce agreement.