"My son has never lived in such a crappy place since he was born...never! What kind of bad luck is this?! It’s all my fault! Why did I choose Violette to be his wife? Out of all the women, I had to pick this shameless slut!"
...
In the room, Elijah’s breathing gradually became steady.
Violette reached out and touched his forehead.
There was sweat on his forehead, but the temperature was normal.
Afraid that he might wake up thirsty during the night, she got out of bed and poured a cup of water for him, placing it on the bedside table next to him.
The next morning, when Violette woke up, Elijah was no longer by her side.
She picked up her phone and checked the time.
It was already past eight in the morning.
Elijah had sent her a message at around six in the morning: "Slept well last night, I’m leaving first."
Her cheeks flushed. Why did she feel so hot just by reading his message?
She found the remote and turned off the air conditioner.
After freshening up, she came out of the room, and Albina called her for breakfast.
"What’s going on between you two?" Albina asked as she served Violette breakfast.
"What do you mean?" Violette pretended not to understand.
"Don’t play dumb. Weren’t you going to divorce him? I don’t think you two can do it." Albina sat across from her and said, "He doesn’t want to divorce you at all. He must like you quite a bit."
Violette sighed, "Mom, what does it matter if he likes me? My worth shouldn’t be determined by a man."
Albina: "But if he doesn’t divorce you, what will you do?"
"If it really comes to that, I’ll go abroad for graduate school."
"Sounds good!"
"Mom, just eat your breakfast and don’t think too much about it." Violette felt like every breath she took was filled with his scent.
After finishing breakfast, she had to take a shower.
Bourne Estate.
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