We had been married for 18 years. I had always thought that he was cold by nature, and was someone that wasn't good at expressing his love.
Now it seemed that I was wrong. The truth was he didn't love me at all.
I thought I loved him from the bottom of my heart. While flipping through these photos, I didn't feel any heartache.
On the contrary, I was so happy that I trembled all over.
Finally, I got the evidence of his cheating on Kate!
This shameless couple killed Dora. I wouldn't let them off easily!
I put on my clothes, went to a supermarket to buy groceries, and went to a pharmacy.
Back at home, I took a shower, put on delicate makeup, and dialed John's number.
He on the other end of the phone laughed happily. It seemed that he was in a good mood.
I asked lightly, "Where are you?"
John instantly turned indifferent, saying, "What are you trying to do now? A month ago, you insisted on divorcing me. I left as you wished, but you keep calling me to harass me now. Anne, are you a bitch?"
I softened my voice and said, "John, I miss you. Dora misses you. Come back."