In the morning, I was woken up by a blinding light.

Recalling last night, I still felt that it was an unreal dream. However, when I saw the marks on my body, I knew that it was not a dream!

For a long time afterwards, I was thinking about why a person like him with high status would be outside a bar like that. It was not until a long time later that I knew that he would go out of that bar on the day of every month. His purpose was actually to remember.

I looked at the room a little timidly, afraid that I would see him without knowing how to face and react, but he didn't show up.

Probably he had left without making both of us awkward.

I took out my cell phone and looked at it. It was already past nine o' clock. I suddenly remembered that I had to ask a lawyer about the divorce today, so I quickly got up to take a shower and get dressed.

After taking a shower, I picked up my clothes, but suddenly I heard a "Bang" and something fell out of my pocket.

I picked up the things on the ground and was surprised to find them a business card and a bank card.

I looked at the two golden words "Christopher" on the business card and smiled. He actually left me a bank card. I really wonder how he saw me.

Anyway, we won't meet again. I threw the two cards into the trash can.

It was only after packing up that I realized after this ridiculous night, I didn't feel like I had retaliated against Brian as I imagined. Instead, there was an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

When I walked out of the room, I returned back again for no reason, and then picked up the business card from the trash can and put it in my bag.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I arrived at the law office. After I told the lawyer about my situation. The lawyer said to me that at this point, the chances of winning a lawsuit would be huge, but it was best to do it in private.

I took the divorce agreement from my lawyer. A few thin pages of paper weighed a thousand pounds in my hand.

As I thought about how to contact Brian, I went home. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find two pairs of shoes at the entrance. I couldn't help but frown because I recognized them at a glance, they belonged to my mother-in-law and my husband.

I didn't know what their purpose was. When I came in and saw them sitting on the sofa, my face couldn't help but darken.

"Alicia, I..." Brian opened his mouth with a grimace on his face.

Before Brian could finish speaking, I took out the divorce agreement from my bag and throw it heavily on the coffee table.

"Sign it."

Brian looked at me in disbelief, "Alicia, what is this?"

I sneered, "What? What's wrong with cheating? Don't you know the words 'divorce agreement'? Sign it, and then get out of here."

I wanted to say something worse, but I held back. I was not good at arguing, or I didn't want to argue with them.

Brian's face turned a little set in an instant. I didn't know if it was because of what I said or because he was not very receptive to the divorce for a while.

"Alicia, it was my fault for cheating on you that day. Please forgive me. I promise I won't do it again."

Although I didn't expect Brian to say this to me, how could I believe a word of his with the fact? I sneered, "Brian, aren't you ashamed to say this to me? Is it just because of what happened that day? Would Janet get pregnant if you had only slept once?"

"Alicia, I know it's my fault. I betrayed you first. I deserve a punishment, but I really can't bear to divorce you. For the sake of our relationship for so many years, please forgive me." Brian's attitude became more and more sincere. Looking at his regretful face, I felt even angrier.

So when Brian came over to grab my sleeve, I shook it off and sneered, "Hah, who do you think you are to mention all these years of relationship? You didn't cherish this relationship first, and now you're playing fast and loose with our relationship. You don't ask yourself, do you deserve it?"

My words became more and more unpleasant, but Brian was unusually not angry.

"Alicia, I know I was truly wrong. It was a one-time lapse in judgement about Janet. The person I loved was you and only you. I was a bastard that I wronged you. If you are angry, you can hit me." After that, he picked up my hand and slapped it hard on his face.

I could not help but feel moved when I heard Brian's choked voice. Afraid that I would waver, I quickly pulled back my hand and turned to the bedroom.

But I felt something pulled my sleeve, and then I heard a "Plop." I turned around and saw Brian, a mature man, kneeling in front of me with tears all over his face.

"Alicia, don't leave. It's all my fault. You can blame me and punish me, but please, don't leave me. Alicia, please..."

I looked at this man who had always been proud and confident kneeling in front of me, begging me over and over again, and tears crept down my face unconsciously.

When mother-in-law saw this, she also came over and grabbed my other sleeve, "My dear, I was wrong too. I shouldn't have hit you that day, shouldn't have wronged you. I know you're kind, so you should think that our family is too bad. Don't be like us." My mother-in-law apologized with Brian.

I closed my eyes and calmed myself down, "Brian, what you can do to make me believe you? You'd better go first and leave me alone."

Then I ran into the bedroom. I closed the door tightly and couldn't help crying.

Brian had done something wrong, but it was true that as he said, we had been together for eight years, and we had seen through ups and downs. Time may have brought me a loss of passion, but habits were terrible, and this relationship was not something I could easily give up.

I was determined to divorce before today because his attitude towards me was so heartbreaking that I gave up on this marriage. But today, he apologized to me in tears and begged me again and again. It was impossible not to waver.

I couldn't bear to part with this marriage, but could I really forgive him?

Without suppressing myself crying, I was quite relieved from the mixed feelings of love and hatred for Brian, but the question of whether or not to divorce was getting more and more confusing.

In confusion, I called Margaret. "Margaret, Brian came to apologize to me today..."

"So, do you want a divorce?" Margaret's low voice made her attitude clear to me. All along, she didn't approve of me being with Brian. She always felt that Brian was a brute in private but pretending to be a gentleman in public.

I had a conflict with her because of this, and now everything finally confirmed her hunch.

Margaret's question made me hesitate to give her a definite answer, "I..."

"I see. You're in a difficult position now, too. But if you really don't want a divorce, you should talk to Brian. Otherwise, the problem will be there for the rest of your life. As for the other woman, he must break up with her clearly, and the child in her belly..."

Before Margaret could finish speaking, I heard a knock on the door.