I had been married to James Sullivan for two years, and he spent almost every day in the lab doing research. Everyone around me joked, “James is just focused on his research, that’s why he’s not good with words when it comes to you.” Until the day I rushed to his research lab to deliver some documents, I saw him holding his widowed mentor in his arms. His usually cold and indifferent tone was full of pleading: “Professor, can’t you just look at me?” It turned out that he wasn’t bad with words, he just had someone else in his heart. I had been married to James Sullivan for two years, and he spent almost every day in the lab doing research. Everyone around me joked, “James is just focused on his research, that’s why he’s not good with words when it comes to you.” Until the day I rushed to his research lab to deliver some documents, I saw him holding his widowed mentor in his arms. His usually cold and indifferent tone was full of pleading: “Professor, can’t you just look at me?” It turned out that he wasn’t bad with words, he just had someone else in his heart. I didn’t cry or make a scene, I calmly proposed a divorce. On the day we got the divorce agreement, his mentor was shocked: “How come the house and car all go to you in the divorce?” I smiled: “I’m sorry, but these were all my pre-marital assets.”
Outside the window, it was pouring rain, but inside, the two people were kissing passionately. The documents in my hand scattered on the floor. I was soaking wet and trembling as I witnessed this scene. On this rainy day, I discovered that my husband had forgotten to bring the test data he had stayed up all night to prepare. He had taken the car, and taxis refused to pick me up. So I ran all the way to the subway station with an umbrella, and after several transfers, I finally made it here. But unexpectedly, I stumbled upon an intimate moment between James and his mentor. After the kiss, they laughed softly. Sarah leaned into his arms and said gently, “James, are you sure about this? Being with me will bring enormous pressure.” James pondered for a moment before making a firm promise. “I’m sure, I’ve been sure for a long time.” “I’ll go home in the next few days to discuss the divorce. I won’t let you be without a proper status, Sarah.” Sarah seemed touched and raised her head to initiate another kiss. Her face, though lined with wrinkles, was still graceful and charming. No wonder James had loved her for so many years. Watching their intimate gestures, I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach. I threw the documents into the trash can and turned to go home. I don’t remember how long I walked, I only remember the sharp, continuous pain in my chest. My clothes were soaked through, and my delicate skin was scraped by the gravel. In front of me and our friends, James always appeared rational, calm, and a man of few words. Even when I complained to my friends about his neglect and coldness towards me, they would just comfort me: “Isn’t that just how Dr. Sullivan is? He’s a science nerd, his mind is full of research data. It’s normal that he’s not good at expressing affection. Actually, he treats you quite well.” That’s what I used to tell myself too. When we argued and he left me alone at the restaurant; When I had a fever and was sick, but he still had to go to the lab to do research; Even when my grandmother passed away and I was crying my eyes out, he just frowned and said “Death is a part of life.” That’s how I comforted myself. He didn’t have many complex emotions, and wasn’t the simplicity and purity what I loved about him? But today, when I caught James unable to control his feelings for his mentor, I had a sudden realization. The so-called emotional stability was just indifference all along. When faced with the person he truly loved, he was passionate and humble. Having been caught in the rain wearing thin clothes, I quickly developed a fever. I could barely open my eyes due to the heat, and vaguely heard James coming home. At this moment, I had no strength to argue, so I just wrapped myself tighter in the blanket and turned over. James quickly walked around the house and then rushed into the bedroom, pulling me up. “Mia, where are the data documents I worked on last night?” “I left them on the desk and told you not to touch them. Where are they now?” It was cold outside the blanket, and I shivered, gritting my teeth to barely squeeze out a voice: “I don’t know.” My body was burning hot, and my face was pale. These signs of illness were impossible for him not to notice. James quickly let go of my wrist, his eyes full of contempt and disgust. “You don’t even know about such a small thing at home, what use are you?” “Mia, tell me, what are you good for?”
It turned out that in James’s eyes, I was uneducated, unambitious, didn’t understand his research and dreams, and was a pedantic and ignorant existence. Before, I had been deluding myself, using his cold personality as a shield for his obvious disgust. But now, I didn’t want to fool myself anymore. “James, if you don’t love me, if you despise me, even hate me, why did you marry me in the first place?” When I shouted this sentence with all my strength, I was already in tears. He remained silent for a long time, perhaps not expecting this reaction from me. After all, I had always been submissive. Because I was always the one chasing after him. I lost my strength under his calm gaze, suddenly feeling it all pointless. “Let’s get a divorce.” “I can’t go on like this anymore.” I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes and lay back down in bed. James stood behind me for a while, but still chose to leave. Hearing the sound of the front door locking, I fell into complete despair and pain. The high fever didn’t subside even after taking medicine. I forced myself to take a taxi to the hospital. While queuing for medicine after getting an IV, I saw a familiar figure. James was holding a little girl, with a lollipop in his other hand, his eyes showing a gentleness I had never seen before. His wife had a fever and he wasn’t by her side, so what was he doing at the hospital now? I was filled with anger, wanting to rush over and question him. But I stopped in my tracks when I saw Sarah. She had gotten the medicine and wanted to take the child from James’s arms. “I’ll hold her.” But James stubbornly refused to let go, his eyes flashing with worry and care. “Sarah, why are you being so formal with me?” He lowered his gaze and smiled at the little girl: “Besides, Emma and I hit it off right away. Looking at her… it’s like looking at my own child.” Sarah understood the implication in his words and blushed with a smile. They looked at each other, their eyes full of affection. Emma, the little girl, hugged James’s neck and started to act coy, kicking her little legs. “Mommy! I want Uncle James to be my daddy.” “This child!” Sarah pretended to be angry, but just stroked her hair, with no trace of blame in her expression. This scene looked warm and beautiful, really like a family of three. If only that man wasn’t my husband. My hands and feet gradually turned cold, and in the heat of summer, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave. A doctoral student and a university professor, both highly educated, yet here they were, engaging in the despicable act of adultery. All that education seems to have gone to waste. I lowered my head and laughed coldly, raising my hand to wipe away the cold tears. At the same time, the lobby began to call my name. “Ms. Mia Quinn, please come to Consultation Room 2 to collect your prescription.” I saw James’s body stiffen, and then nervously look around. Finally, when his gaze met mine, his face turned ashen. He slowly loosened his grip, and Emma in his arms slid down. She was still struggling, grabbing onto James’s clothes and refusing to let go. Sarah’s originally somewhat reproachful expression disappeared the moment she saw me. She turned pale and fled in a panic, dragging Emma along. I leisurely withdrew my gaze and went to the consultation room to get my medicine. When I came out, James hadn’t changed his position, he hadn’t come over, nor had he gone after them. I approached him first. “Shall we go home?”
On the way home, James drove with a tense face, not sparing me a single glance. I sat on the sofa, watching James, who usually stood so straight, now slightly hunched over. Looking at his somewhat devastated expression, I felt a bit of satisfaction in my heart. I was anticipating his emotional outburst after I discovered his extramarital affair. Perhaps he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness, or maybe he would be furious at being exposed, or perhaps he would frantically ask me to cover for him, after all, he valued his reputation above all else. But none of what I had imagined happened. James just exhaled heavily, his jaw tightened, and he said in a deep voice: “Mia, it was all my fault. I forced Sarah into this. Please don’t blame her.” “I’ve loved her for nearly seven years. She has always been the person I admire and respect the most. Sarah has lived a clean and upright life for half her life, I can’t let her reputation be ruined by my hands.” “I’ll agree to any compensation you want, even divorce, but please don’t go after her.” Even now, James still didn’t show the slightest emotional fluctuation towards me. He wasn’t angry or in tears. He just calmly appeared before me, asking me not to trouble his beloved. At this point, our marriage was truly a failure. Three years of dating, two years of marriage, and James not only didn’t love me, he didn’t even care about me at all. Even though I was his wife who had been through thick and thin with him, even though I had been by his side during every difficult day. I was just like a fool. The dull pain in my heart turned into a sharp knife twisting, making it hard for me to breathe. My breath caught, and I struggled to hold back the tears that were about to fall. “Divorce, and then—” “Get out of my house.” Such a person is not worth my lingering affection. The divorce proceedings were quickly completed, and James and I walked out of the civil affairs bureau. Emma eagerly let go of Sarah’s hand and ran over to jump into James’s arms. “Uncle James, can you be my daddy now?” “Mommy said that once you’re divorced, you can live with us properly.” What a twisted view, and she’s even passing it on to her daughter. I looked up and made eye contact with Sarah in the distance. She nodded slightly, her eyes as clear as water, with a warm and charming smile on her lips. But her eyes couldn’t hide the challenge. As I passed by her, Sarah whispered softly. “What does it matter that you’re young? James has been thinking about me, a married woman, for so many years. As soon as my husband passed away, he couldn’t wait to become single again, wanting to give me a proper status.” I laughed silently, looking closely at her already cloudy eyes. “Sister, you’d better take good care of yourself.” “After all, James is only 27, and you’re almost 40.” “You—!” Sarah glared at me angrily, but immediately changed back to her gentle demeanor when James approached. “James, I’ve taken the car keys. You should move your things out of the house as soon as possible.” James nodded, thoughtfully adjusting Sarah’s collar. “What?” Sarah exclaimed in surprise, staring at me with an unfriendly expression. “In your divorce, is James leaving with nothing? How come the house and car all go to you?”
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