Oscar finally spoke after that.
"I'm sorry. I hurt you so much. You didn't do anything wrong. It's me who did wrong."
"Then let's get divorced."
Margie raised her head and said. Oscar didn't hesitate but retorted.
"No, you can make other requests, but divorce is not allowed."
As soon as Oscar finished his words, Margie burst into laughter, with tears all over her face.
She looked at the man in front of her with a bitter smile and suddenly said with mockery.
"Why do you keep me here? Is it meaningful for me to still be your wife?"
"Emilia has told you everything. Why do you ask me such a question? Don't you know the answer?"
"Is it so difficult for you to say you love me?"
Margie sneered. She didn't expect that this man was so coward that he even didn’t dare to admit this matter face to face.
Sometimes she didn't know whether this man was a coward, stubborn, or he was just insisting on something.
"If I threaten you with my life like I will commit suicide, will you agree to get divorced?"
Margie suddenly asked this question. Oscar kept silent for a long time. He looked up at Margie and then said.
"If you do so, I will go with you after your funeral. You will always be my wife, the wife of Oscar Powell."
His words made Margie laugh loudly for a long time. She suddenly felt she was so pathetic, and this man here was so funny.
The most pathetic thing was that love and hatred had mixed so tightly. The more they hated each other, the more they loved each other. These two different feelings could not be broken away.
She drew slowly on the board, but this time it was not the previous picture. She was drawing their looks now.
They stood by the sea. This was a scene that had never appeared before, but she imagined it and drew it on the board.
Oscar kept silent behind her. It was not until late at night that Margie finished the painting. She turned to Oscar and asked.
"Is it beautiful? Have you ever expected such a scene?"
Oscar didn't answer, but Margie continued.
"I'm expecting something like this. Since you don't agree to my last request, at least you can agree to this one."
"What request?"
Margie burst into laughter when Oscar asked.
"Since we can't get divorced, shouldn't you make up for me? I want to go to the seaside and travel to all kinds of places. If you are still merciful, just go with me. I'm old. Since now I am still energetic enough to have a travel, go with me to travel all over the world. I once had a wish that I could travel all over the world with the people I love. Maybe it's my wish that I haven't given up for so many years.”
"If you feel pity for me, or if you are willing to admit that you have loved me, I hope you can agree to this request."
Oscar didn't keep silent this time. He nodded and agreed.
"I promise you."
Margie smiled.
"Fortunately, you are not that heartless and are still willing to agree to my request. In that case, let’s move tomorrow. I've thought about the places I want to go to for a long time over the years, and I've already made a plan. Finish the affairs in the company. After you finish your work, come here to me. Then we'll go to travel together."
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