Seeing her angry look, Henry Sullivan gritted his teeth, "Ivy Miller, there’s a limit to your nonsense."
"I’m being unreasonable?" She got up, took the photos pressed under the bed, and threw them at him.
"You’re a married man with another woman’s photo in your wallet, and you say I’m being unreasonable?
As your wife, I didn’t even ask what your relationship with this woman is.
I didn’t cry, make a fuss, or threaten to hang myself at the scene.
I didn’t cry and demand you tear up the photo, and you still say I’m being unreasonable?
Henry, ask yourself honestly, if I really wanted to cause a scene, would I have brought the photo back?"
Ivy’s voice had already risen, and she pointed to the photo he had already grabbed.
"Since you can’t bear to part with it, why did you marry me?
What does it mean to keep her photo in your wallet?
Is it to humiliate me, or to disgust me?"
Henry Sullivan gritted his teeth, "You don’t understand anything at all; stop talking nonsense."
"Right, I don’t understand anything, Colonel Sullivan, you really are a piece of work.
Only now do I realize you got married not to forget someone.
It was clearly just an excuse for yourself, a way to prove you’re a romantic soul.
It was my blindness that made me think of marrying an old man like you.
I’m telling you, Henry, I’m done with you, I want a divorce."
She gave him a push and ran towards the door.
Henry stood there, looking down at the pristine photo in his hand, frowning.
After a moment of silence, he turned and chased after her.
Ivy ran out of the military compound in one breath, but standing at the gate, she realized she had been too impulsive.
She hadn’t brought her phone or wallet with her.
Now what should she do?
She didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle.
She pouted and walked over to a warrior: "Excuse me, do you have a phone?"
"No, sister-in-law, if you have anything, go to the guard room to make a call."
"Oh, okay, thank you."
She turned and went into the guard room, hesitated for a moment, and decided to use the military line to call her dad for help, but just as she picked up the phone, hesitating for a moment more, the door to the guard room opened.
She looked back and saw it was Henry Sullivan; she coldly snorted and was just about to dial.
Because there was another warrior in the room, the moment he saw Henry Sullivan, he immediately saluted.
Henry came forward, grabbed the phone and hung it up, his voice slightly low, "Come back with me." Updates are released by n0velfire.net
Ivy looked at him coldly, "I want to make a call."
"Call when we get back."
"I’m not going back," she muttered loudly.
Henry looked at the warrior, "You go out first."
After the warrior went out, Ivy’s voice grew louder, "What, Henry Sullivan, you know it’s embarrassing too?
Then why didn’t you feel embarrassed when you did this behind your wife’s back?"
"You put another woman’s photo in your wallet, what do you mean what did you do?" Ivy muttered unhappily, though her voice was not loud.
Henry Sullivan gritted his teeth, "We’ll talk about this when we get back."
"No, I’m not guilty, why should I sneak around with you."
"So you want a divorce? You think divorcing a military marriage is that easy?
Talking about divorce at the drop of a hat, what do you want?"
"I want a divorce," Ivy glared at him.
Henry Sullivan nodded, fine, fine, this little girl wasn’t afraid of him at all.
She turned and was about to grab the phone again when Henry simply bent down, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and walked to the door.
Ivy let out a surprised yelp, "Henry Sullivan, what are you doing, put me down, or I’ll bite you."