I had hypoglycemia for a long time. When I was studying abroad, I couldn't get used to foreign food. That was the reason.
After getting married, I thought I had recovered. Because Elvis always reminded me to eat well in time.
"Elvis, I don't want to make a scene. I'll go find the marriage certificate, and let's get a divorce. There's nothing much to divide in terms of property. We had it notarized before marriage, so whatever belongs to whom is theirs."
He tightly held onto my arms and said, "I disagree! Jessica, I will never divorce you even if I die!"
Lara forgot to cry on the ground, her gaze complicated as she stared at Elvis.
Perhaps, he also made promises to her.
Men's words, just listen and forget, especially sweet words.
I struggled hard and almost fell down again.
Elvis got angry, "Jessica, are you in such a hurry to leave me? It was you who said you wanted to be with me for a lifetime!"
I pushed away his hand and said, "Only you, not you two! She came here and you're still talking about the past? How shameless you are!"