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Damien and I had been together for nine years, during which we divorced ten times.
The eleventh time, he was helping his mistress pick out an engagement ring.
"The young lady is pregnant, so we're putting on a show. Eight months from now, I'll remarry you."
"In the meantime, move out. I'll have meals delivered to you three times a day."
"Also, go get a postpartum care certification. Serenity is delicate and can't handle the hardships of childcare."
I held the divorce papers, nodding obediently.
As I was about to leave, I overheard his friend mocking him.
"Damien, you're something else. You've practically trained your sister-in-law to be a dog."
Damien boasted proudly, "That's nothing. Melody is such a cheap whore."
"Even if I don't remarry her, she'd still willingly help me raise the kid as my mistress."
I remained silent, quietly sending a message to the man on the other end of my phone.
"Got the divorce papers. When can we get married?"

Gentle Dissolution

Through the rearview mirror, I saw Damien chasing after the car, sprinting like a madman.


Finally, he collapsed on the ground, helpless.


Dashiell, sitting beside me, glanced my way.


With a tinge of jealousy in his voice, he asked, "What's wrong? Feeling sorry for him?"


I shook my head, looking at the various wounds all over my body, and inexplicably felt like crying.


"If only I had known sooner that you liked me."


Then I wouldn't have had to suffer through this loveless marriage for so long.


I wouldn't have ended up with all these injuries.


Dashiell pressed his lips tightly together, taking a long time before he finally spoke.


"Trust me, I'll make up for all the harm you've endured."


Dashiell took me back to the hospital for a complete physical examination.


After receiving the test results, he sat there stunned for a long time.


Though he didn't say a word, his eyes gradually turned red.


Chapter 8