Ling Chuxia slowly turned her head, her pitch-black eyes gazing at him.
Her eyes were clear and distinct in black and white, always bright and dark, yet now, all that remained in her gaze was darkness; so dark it left one’s heart trembling involuntarily.
A flicker of unease flashed through Shi Che’s heart just as he heard Ling Chuxia’s voice, weak and slow in speech, but every word clearly imprinted upon his ears.
She said, "Shi Che, I have signed the divorce papers, let’s get divorced."
As she spoke, her hand slightly lifted, holding a divorce agreement; the pages fallen apart, Shi Che immediately saw the neat and elegant handwriting at the end of the page, signed Ling Chuxia.
Shi Che’s dark pupils suddenly constricted, disbelievingly staring at Ling Chuxia, his eyes fixed intently on her face, so shocked he could not even speak.
Ling Chuxia... wants a divorce?
These three years, she had exhausted every strategy, even scheming against her own child, wasn’t it all to secure the position of Young Madam for her elder sister?
Now that she had finally become pregnant, fulfilling his mother’s task, yet she was talking about divorce? Impossible, was he hallucinating? Or was it auditory hallucination?
But Ling Chuxia was so palpably real in front of him, her words equally clear, so clear that self-deception was not an option.
Overwhelmed by shock, he found himself unable to speak for a moment, even his footsteps involuntarily took two steps back.
Ling Chuxia’s gaze didn’t avoid Shi Che, but stared straight at him. His eyes, usually deep and inscrutable, allowed no glimpse of his emotions, yet at the moment she spoke of divorce, she seemed to see a trace of profound sorrow in his eyes.
Ling Chuxia’s heart violently trembled, the light in her eyes briefly flickering. When she tried to see it more clearly, his gaze had reverted to its usual depth, his expression indifferent as ever.
Suddenly self-mocking, Ling Chuxia curled her lips. If Shi Che could send such cruel, heartless text messages, what was she still hoping for?
Divorce, he was the first to suggest it, and the child, he didn’t want it too, right?
Recalling that night, recalling the excruciating loss of the child, which felt like flesh being torn from her body, tears couldn’t help but well up in Ling Chuxia’s eyes. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and managed to force the tears back; she didn’t look at him again, not wanting him to see her reddened eyes and vulnerability.
Nobody cherished her; she had to cherish herself.
Shi Che was so stunned by Ling Chuxia’s words that he couldn’t snap out of it. He stood there, emotions welling up in his chest, looking at Ling Chuxia’s indifferent and heartless face, the question "why" being stuck in his throat.
She wanted a divorce, what else could be the reason? She had never loved him from the beginning; this marriage only existed because of her elder sister, what else could it be?
Yet he didn’t understand, why divorce at this time? What about the child? She went to great lengths to conceive, yet now wanted a divorce?
Shi Che struggled to stabilize himself, trying hard to control his expression, but his trembling hands still betrayed his true emotions. Unfortunately, at this moment, Ling Chuxia, with her eyes averted, saw nothing.
His lips quivered, and with great difficulty, he squeezed out a few words, "The child..."