I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She closed her eyes and said softly, "Don't tell our son about the divorce." From the bedroom to the living room and to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. Our son clapped behind us, "Daddy is holding Mommy in his arms." So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. My wife and I hadn't had any physical contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. "No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce," she said scornfully. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. I thought she was going crazy, but just to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request. She requested that every day for the month's duration, I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. She asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. This was agreeable to me, but she had something more. Her reasons were simple our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. She didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions. When I woke up, she was still at the table writing. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast after an eventful day with Jane. The next day, I came home late and found her writing something at the table. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. I loved Jane now.įinally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources, and energy but I could not take back what I had said. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% of my company. I didn't love her anymore, I just pitied her. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer she had lost my heart to Jane. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. That night, we didn't talk to each other. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!" She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" But I had to let her know what I was thinking about divorce. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. I held her hand and said, "I've got something to tell you." She sat down and ate quietly. When I got home that night my wife served dinner.
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