I Divorced Him Quietly, Then He Went Crazy - Chapter 5

The day Jeremy came back, I was packing my luggage.

He pushed the door open, bringing in the wind and frost, fatigue etched on his face.

He rubbed his forehead, walking towards the living room, and began to speak, “Sorry, I’ve been a bit busy these past few days and didn’t pay attention to you…”

As he spoke, he clearly saw the scene before him, and his voice abruptly stopped.

I paused my movements: “I haven’t finished packing, it’s a bit messy right now. Please have a seat; I’ll be ready in a moment.”

He stood there, unmoving.

After a while, he looked me up and down, then spoke almost blankly, “Are you going on a business trip?”

“No.”

“Traveling?” he asked again, his voice slightly trembling.

I sighed, about to answer.

But he seemed to have already figured something out, and suddenly let out a cold laugh, his eyes chilling as he spoke from above:

“What? Not a business trip, not traveling.”

Making such a big fuss.

“Could it be… you want a divorce?”

Since we got married, I had never seen Jeremy like this.

Sharp, and aggressive.

Meeting his gaze, I nodded: “Yes, we’re getting a divorce.”

He pursed his lips, then glanced at the luggage beside me: “Not kidding?”

Before we got married, he told me that if I ever felt tired or weary, I could end the marriage at any time.

I hummed, “Not kidding.”

Under the warm yellow light, he was silent.

After a while, he spoke: “Give me a reason.”

I held the suitcase in my hand, unsure where to begin.

He sat down, appearing very patient: “Can’t say? It’s okay, it’s a long night, take your time. I have all the time in the world.”

The man’s expression was calm, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

It was obvious he hadn’t slept well in a long time.

I took a deep breath, about to speak.

But then there was a knock at the door.

It was the driver I had called.

I walked over, opened the door, and said, “Just a moment.”

Then I turned back and looked at Jeremy.

The words I had originally intended to say, I swallowed.

Ultimately, he had helped me.

And I could never interfere with his relationship with Evelyn Tan.

Now, since I had already decided to make way for them,

why say so much?

“It’s simple.”

It’s been three years.

I’m tired of it.”

He paused slightly, frowning as he looked at me.

I placed the divorce agreement in front of him, then walked out.

As I was leaving, I heard his voice.

It carried a hint of self-deprecation, almost indifference.

He chuckled softly, “Alright, let’s divorce then.”