The 10th Divorce

On the 10th divorce



Married for a full five years, Mason Hart sent me to the defendant's seat for the 9th time.



This time, he held Lily Xavier's pregnancy test report in his hand, pleading with the judge to terminate our marital relationship.



I expressionlessly took out the video from that night.



In the footage, he bit my ear tightly and whispered, "Don't go, don't leave me."



The judge ultimately rejected his request, declaring that we remain husband and wife.



After the court session, he comforted Lily Xavier in a whisper, holding her slender waist:



"Don't get too complacent, I will keep filing lawsuits until we are completely separated."



I did not refute him, only bowed my head. I stubbornly believed that one day he would understand who truly deserves to be cherished.



But that day, the director took advantage of me, getting me drunk until I vomited blood at a banquet. I could only kneel in the corner of the private room and call him for help.



However, Mason Hart only remembered the Lily Xavier who was afraid of the dark, coldly abandoning me at the roadside.



He even told me not to pretend to be pitiful.



"What are you pretending for? Who doesn't know the drinking capacity of Agent Mu? You're just drunk, your bones aren't broken."



"Listen up, otherwise next time in court I will file for divorce again."



Covering my chest and bending over, I slowly nodded.



Next time in court, I will respect your decision.