Return to 18 Chapter 7

After his exam, he immediately came back to take me out to play, then patiently helped me with homework, resolving problems I couldn't solve.

Later I learned that because of our early romance, his family cut him off financially. Every cent was earned by him.

When others went out to play, he stayed in the hotel room puzzling over geography I couldn't learn, explaining it to me via video.

When others ate hundred-dollar meals, he'd walk very far to eat a ten-dollar bowl of noodles.

The young man stood tall in my heart, yet was omnipotent.

Back then, Marcus truly loved me.

I also thought our feelings would stay forever passionate.

The dream suddenly ended. When I woke, the pillow was already soaked.

Too long, too long since I'd seen the eighteen-year-old Marcus at his most passionate.

So long I'd forgotten how much we once loved each other.

After waking, I couldn't sleep again. I began packing luggage, planning to move to my new house at dawn.

Online, there was a huge uproar. Someone seemed to have done it deliberately.

Marcus was completely disgraced. Sophie's reputation was also ruined.

Finally, it came out that we hadn't divorced because we couldn't agree on property division, so we could only drag it out.

Right, the reason Marcus wouldn't sign was because he didn't agree to splitting assets fifty-fifty.

On my birthday, Marcus brought Sophie boldly to my door, arrogantly pointing at my nose and laughing: "Lily, Marcus said you're about to divorce. Today we came together to celebrate your last birthday with you."

I looked at Marcus. Marcus looked away from me.

My heart felt like someone was wringing it, sour and painful, tearing my whole body.

That was when our fight was most ugly.

Sophie held Marcus's arm, sitting on the sofa with crossed legs, looking at me: "Lily, I don't agree to splitting assets fifty-fifty in the divorce."

She picked up grapes from the table and fed them to Marcus, laughing lightly: "The assets were Marcus's to begin with. Don't you think you're taking advantage?"

Throughout, Marcus remained silent, tacitly approving Sophie's treatment of me.

I couldn't bear it. I picked up the cup from the table and smashed it on Sophie's head.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Marcus looked at me coldly: "Lily, you disappoint me so much."

The property matter was never settled. The divorce was also shelved.

Too split.

As if they'd never been the same person.

Never thought the assets I could never get would fall into my hands like this.

My husband was also dead.

My life couldn't be better.

I should thank the eighteen-year-old Marcus for helping me remove obstacles.

Unexpectedly, a week later, the hospital called saying Mr. Bennett had been lucky and was rescued. He wanted to see me.

Since he hadn't died, the procedures still had to be completed.

I took the divorce agreement to see him. Marcus's face was deathly pale. Seeing me, he slowly sat up, pain making his whole body tremble.

The divorce agreement was thrown in his face. I crossed my arms, looking at him mockingly: "Marcus, since you didn't die, let's go through the process."