I Divorced Him Quietly, Then He Went Crazy - Chapter 13

To be honest, those two questions aren’t hard to answer.

Few people in North City could be richer than him.

And in the three years we were together, he truly gave me no fault to pick with.

He would always support me, unconditionally.

If I wanted to go somewhere, all I had to do was tell him.

The next day, he would arrange everything, never perfunctorily.

I held my phone, remaining silent.

Jeremy was also silent.

After a long while, he finally sighed, “You divorced me because of Evelyn Tan, didn’t you? You didn’t even ask me what happened before you handed me the divorce papers.”

“Charlotte, you’re being unfair to me.”

At this point, I don’t know if it was my imagination.

The man’s voice actually seemed to be choking up.

Realizing this, I felt a little flustered and instinctively hung up the phone.

I was almost certain that Jeremy was drunk tonight.

Normally, he would never do something like this.

After I hung up, Jeremy didn’t call again.

But his actions left me unable to sleep.

I thought I understood what Jeremy meant.

He was bowing his head, explaining to me that he and Evelyn Tan had a hidden story.

There was actually nothing between them.

Our divorce was my stubborn decision.

But I was young then, with no room for compromise.

I had always been a very sensitive person since childhood.

I was the second child in my family; I had an older sister and a younger brother.

My parents loved me, but they didn’t invest too much in me, nor did they overly interfere with my affairs.

When I was twelve, I broke my dad’s favorite tea set.

He said nothing, and just bought a new set.

But two days later, my sister made the same mistake.

He, however, would playfully pinch my sister’s nose, saying she was nothing but trouble.

I grew up very cautiously, trying not to cause any ripples.

Later, marrying Jeremy, and then divorcing, I was also afraid of bringing him trouble.

I didn’t dare tell him that I always heard others say we weren’t a match.

I never dared to ask about Evelyn Tan.

And when it came to divorce, there was a bit of self-importance in it – ‘Look, I’m such a considerate person, I didn’t ask, didn’t say, and just made room for your beloved. How thoughtful.’

I always believed I didn’t have that right.

Self-respect and inferiority pulled at me, eventually making me awkward and unlikable.