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In the photo, Yu Fengshu is with Zhou Na. He looks pale and defends himself, saying, "Jiajia, let me explain. This is a misunderstanding; it was just once, really just once."
"Yu Fengshu, you don't need to explain anymore. I already knew about this."
Yu Fengshu looks at me in shock: "You... you knew?"
"Yes, I knew a long time ago."
I put away my phone and said, "Yu Fengshu, didn't you say I never gave you a chance? If you had presented this photo in court earlier, perhaps I would have thought better of you. But at this point, you still show no remorse."
"Yu Fengshu, a man like you is truly not worthy of my love for Ma Jia."
"Jiajia..."
"I originally intended to use this photo as evidence in the Divorce Case, but I prepared thoroughly. I knew we wouldn't win this Divorce Case, so I didn't bring out the photo."
Yu Fengshu clenches his fists tightly: "Jiajia, no matter what, I will not divorce you."
"Suit yourself."
I turned and left.
I had fought two rounds in the Divorce Case with Yu Fengshu; the second round also ended with insufficient evidence and a ruling against divorce. Yu Fengshu still refused to divorce. But it didn't matter to me; since he wouldn't divorce, I could just leave.
I submitted my resume to a law firm abroad and quickly received a response that they were willing to hire me. I applied for an overseas assignment with the firm and soon got approval.
Dong Yan was very surprised when he helped me pack my luggage: "Why are you suddenly thinking about going abroad?"
"The firm had shown interest in sending me abroad before, but I declined."
"Why?"
I looked out the window:
"At that time, I had just married Yu Fengshu, and I didn't want to separate from him."
Dong Yan sighed, "Actually, developing abroad might be good. A change of environment and mood could help."
I remained silent.
Suddenly, Dong Yan remembered something: "By the way, have you told Yu Fengshu about your trip abroad?"
"No."
"Does he know?"
"He should know."
I was deliberately not telling him.
Dong Yan drove me to the airport, reminding me of many things along the way.
When we arrived at the airport, I dragged my luggage out of the car.
Dong Yan watched me leave and waved goodbye.
I turned and walked inside.
After taking a few steps, I suddenly heard someone calling my name.
" Ma Jia!"
That voice...
I turned around and saw it was indeed Yu Fengshu.
How did he know I was leaving today?
Yu Fengshu ran over and pressed down on my suitcase.
He was out of breath, his expression dark: "Are you going abroad?"
I looked at him expressionlessly: "What does it have to do with you?"
"What does it have to do with me? Ma Jia, you are my wife. What do you mean it has nothing to do with me?"
"Yu Fengshu, I told you before that if you don't agree to the divorce, I won't stay with you. Don't you understand this by now?"
He clenched his fists tightly, his face filled with pain: "Why? Why do you insist on divorcing me?"
"You should ask yourself that question."
I pushed his hand away and continued walking forward.
" Ma Jia!" he shouted from behind, "Stop!"
I completely ignored him.
He caught up to me and grabbed my arm.
“ Ma Jia, I beg you, don’t go.”
“Let go of me.”
“I won’t let go!” he shouted.
“ Ma Jia, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time?”
“Yu Fengshu, what good is it for you to say this now?”
“I…” He was speechless.
I shook off his hand. “I need to catch my flight, don’t stop me.”
“ Ma Jia!” He tried to grab me again.
“I’m begging you, please don’t go.”
“Yu Fengshu, I don’t care about you at all right now, so don’t waste your time on me.”
I looked at him and said clearly, “We’re done.”
After saying that, I turned and walked away.
Behind me, I heard Yu Fengshu’s heart-wrenching cry: “ Ma Jia!”
But I had already gotten into the car.
As the car started, I glanced through the window and saw Yu Fengshu standing there, looking lonely.
I withdrew my gaze and looked straight ahead.
The driver asked, “Miss, are you going to the airport?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?”
I smiled lightly. “He’s not my boyfriend; he’s my ex-husband.”
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