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"When did she come back?"
"After she returned, you two were together, right?"
Perhaps tired of my questions, his eyes filled with disdain. "Did you go looking for trouble with her?"
"Is that how you see me?"
I struggled to suppress my crumbling emotions, but harsh words slipped out. "You must be so proud to have the mistress living right next to the wife."
"She is not a mistress!" Shen Mo's voice was cold as he glared at me fiercely.
It felt as if I were not his wife but his enemy.
An unprecedented suffocating sensation enveloped me. "Shen Mo!"
"Enough!" He interrupted me roughly, showing no sign of remorse on his face.
"You have no right to speak about her."
He threw down that statement and stormed out.
In that moment, beyond anger, I felt an overwhelming sense of injustice.
Since you both made my life miserable, why should I let you feel comfortable?
"Come to Sui Yuan."
About a week had passed since our last argument when Shen Mo's message suddenly popped up.
Sui Yuan is a well-known high-end tea house in the northern part of Beijing, known for its serene and elegant environment; a single cup of tea could be worth a fortune.
When I arrived on the third floor, I walked straight to the innermost private room.
Shen Mo seemed to have been waiting for a long time, his brow furrowed, long fingers tapping impatiently on the table.
This was his usual sign of irritation.
As I approached, he coldly stated, "This marriage has been a mistake from the start; it should end."
He gestured for me to look at the divorce agreement on the coffee table.
I remained silent, picked up the stack of papers, glanced through them quickly, and flipped straight to the last page.
Seeing Shen Mo's name already signed there, I couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating smile.
"I do not agree to the divorce." I tore the agreement into shreds and stood up, preparing to leave.
But Shen Mo grabbed me back with a firm hand.
His tone was icy. "Xia Meng, get this straight; I'm not asking for your opinion."
I forcefully shook off his hand and said, word by word, "When we got married, we agreed never to divorce. Are you going back on your word now?"
He stood up, his tall figure looming over me. "Since it was a mistake from the beginning, we should cut our losses now; it's for the best for both of us."
"I'll give you two days to think it over."
With that, he left without looking back.
As tears threatened to spill from my eyes, a loud voice came from the doorway...
"Miss Xia, see? I told you that as long as I want him, Shen Mo is mine."
Pei Nana stood there with her arms crossed, leaning arrogantly against the doorframe. Behind her was the man who had mocked me last time at Xing Ya.
I coldly stood up, ready to leave.
But Pei Nana subtly blocked my way.
Her words dripped with venom. "As you wished, Xiao Mo has proposed a divorce. Why are you still clinging on like a leech?"
I really didn't want to engage with her at all and tried to sidestep her.
Suddenly, she reached out and gripped my arm tightly.
"Let go!" I disgustedly shook off her hand, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over me.
Perhaps my disdain was too evident; Pei Nana dropped her facade and angrily spat out insults. "You shameless woman! Why do you look down on me?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lu Mingze looking shocked; he must have never seen Pei Nana act like such a shrew.
I smiled at her. "Please understand this: as long as I don’t divorce, you will always be an unworthy third party."
"The term 'shameless' suits you much better."
Before Pei Nana could retort further, the surroundings suddenly plunged into darkness, and a piercing alarm blared unexpectedly.
"Emergency notice: Due to a power failure in the teahouse, all guests are requested to find the nearest safe exit and evacuate in an orderly manner."
In the next moment, a tremendous force struck me, and everything went dark as I lost consciousness.
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