Chapter 5

So, he was aware that it had been seven years.

I braced my hands on the table, leaning over to stare him down.

“Don’t disgust me. Every second I spend with you makes me want to throw up.”

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Seven years of memories.

Every piece of furniture in this house had been chosen and arranged by the two of us together.

But now, looking at it all, even the memories felt tainted and repulsive.

I didn’t show Oscar the video.

I needed to keep a card in my hand, just in case he tried to pull something during the asset division.

Then, I would hand the video over to the lawyer.

As for his cheating, it didn’t hurt me as much as I thought it would.

Maybe my feelings for him had already faded the moment he asked for a divorce. I felt no trace of emotion, no stirring inside me.

I wanted to maintain my dignity, not let myself become a mess over a man like him.

But in the end, our parting wasn’t amicable.

Three days after we decided to divorce, Sharon's husband brought a group of thugs to wr