Chapter 8

The day before the court hearing, Chen Hao called me and said he agreed to the divorce, but wanted to have a good talk with me before we parted ways.

I didn't want to see him again, but his tone was unusually humble.

Considering the years we spent as a couple, I finally agreed.

The meeting place was at a high-end restaurant. As soon as I walked in, Chen Hao came over with a bouquet of nearly wilted red roses.

After not seeing him for a few days, his beard was unshaved, his hair unkempt, his suit wrinkled, looking like a scruffy homeless man.

Upon seeing me, Chen Hao showed a rare smile and stuffed the flowers into my hands.

"Honey, happy fifth wedding anniversary!"

Chen Hao thought I would be moved, but as soon as he finished speaking, I turned around and tossed the flowers into the trash can.

Chen Hao hurriedly picked up the bouquet, his face full of confusion, "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Why did you throw it away?"