Because I didn't want to have a second child, my husband divorced me. Being a free and independent career woman is so difficult.
Because I didn't want to have a second child, my husband divorced me. Being a free and independent career woman is so difficult.
On Valentine's Day, Callum Holt and I got divorced.
It was a uncontested divorce. The house, car, child, and savings all went to me; he only took his personal items.
This kind of divorce, where one left with nothing, typically happened when a man had committed an unforgivable offense in the marriage. But during our marriage, Callum hadn't really done anything wrong.
As I signed, I couldn't even remember why we ended up getting a divorce at the courthouse.
I cared deeply about my pride. Seeing him sign the papers without a moment's hesitation, as though he couldn't wait to be rid of me, it felt like his long-lost first love was standing outside the courthouse, eagerly waiting to welcome him back to freedom. I didn't hesitate any longer. I picked up the pen and signed quickly.
After leaving the courthouse, I went to get the car. As I opened the door, I instinctively turned to see if he had gotten in, but found that he was already waiting for a taxi by the roadside. Oh right, we had just divorced!
But we had once vowed to be together through thick and thin. How could he now act like he didn't even want to be in the same car?
After all we were through together and knowing it was hard to get a taxi around here, I stopped the car in front of him, saying, "Want a ride? We can share the road one last time."
But this guy didn't even look up, just coldly replied, "No need, I've called an Uber."
I was speechless. Well, there went my last ounce of sincerity, down the drain.
His coldness still stung me deeply. I drove to a deserted place, rolled up the windows, and cried uncontrollably.
What was I crying for? I didn't know! After all, apart from him, I hadn't lost anything.
Once I was done crying, I drove back home. He had already arrived downstairs with his suitcase.
Was he so quick? I even suspected that he had planned this all along, just waiting for me to sign so he could leave.
"What are your plans now?" After all these years of marriage, he had nothing left but a suitcase. I felt a bit guilty and, despite his cold expression, couldn't help but ask.
He still didn't look at me. He turned and walked away, as if I had just done something utterly unbearable.
He was so arrogant! Just because we had divorced, he thought he was all that now?
Fine, he went on and never came back!
I glanced at the divorce certificate in my hand and finally realized that once he left, he wouldn't come back. Even if he came back, it would only be to see our son, Johnny Holt, nothing to do with me.
I felt inexplicably heartbroken, once again feeling sorry for myself.
I went to pick up Johnny from school, and when he entered the door, he shouted loudly, "Dad, what are you busy with? Why did Mom pick me up today?"
It turned out that over the years, I hadn't really cared about the Johnny's daily life. When he was little, it was Callum's mother, Lucy Holt took care of him, handling everything from washing to changing diapers. After Johnny started kindergarten, Lucy continued to look after him, and Callum was the one who picked him up and dropped him off at school.
It dawned on me that all these years, I had been nothing more than a decoration in my son's life.
Now that I and Callum had divorced and he left. Lucy had left two months ago because she couldn't stand the constant arguing between me and her son, and she went off to work as a live-in nanny.
I stared at my son, so familiar yet so strange to me now, and I was stunned. How were we going to manage from now on, just the two of us?
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