After the Divorce, He Cried and Begged for Remarriage

In the third year of marriage, my husband James Hill fell in love with his assistant Fiona Winston.

The two of them secretly showed affection for each other, and appeared on the topic list more than once.

I asked for a divorce.

But James laughed frivolously, saying, "If she wants a divorce, then get one. I don't need her."

"Don't come back crying and begging me. I won't forgive her so easily this time."

Of course, I didn't go to find him.

But unexpectedly, that popular celebrity, who was adored by thousands, turned red with rare jealousy when he saw me kissing someone else.

"Chole, do you really not want me anymore?"

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I was drenched on my way to work in a sudden rainstorm.

When I called James to bring me clothes, he was still sleeping.

"Okay, got it. I'll be right there."

Hanging up the phone, I stood downstairs at the company for three hours, but James didn't appear.

I called him again.

"Sorry, Chole, I fell asleep again."

"I stayed up all night and couldn't get up. Why don't you take a taxi home and change clothes, or call a delivery person?"

His casual tone made me angry. Before I questioned him, my tears came down first.

"Then you go back to sleep."

After saying that, I hung up the phone.

People were coming and going at the company entrance. When they passed by me, their eyes intentionally or unintentionally fell on me. I felt extremely embarrassed.

It was difficult to get a taxi in such heavy rain.

I opened WhatsApp and prepared to shamelessly ask my bestie Aurora to come pick me up.

But my attention was attracted by a tweet posted by Fiona, James's assistant, an hour ago.

"Thank you, James, for taking me home in the rain."

The picture attached was taken inside a car.

I stared at the picture for a long time, repeatedly convincing myself that it was just a coincidence.

But I couldn't fool myself after all.

Because I had been in this car countless times.

It was James's car.

No wonder he couldn't come to pick me up. He was actually giving someone else a ride.

It turned out that I was the only one who had been stuck in the same place for so many years.

Unlucky things always happened together. Just at this moment, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.

I always thought of myself as a strong person, but right now I couldn't control my tears.

At this moment, I received a message from Aurora on WhatsApp.

"Darling, I'm on a business trip out of the city these days. I saw the weather forecast this morning that it was raining on your side. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out."

It turned out that she was not in LA.

For a moment, I felt extremely helpless.

I ran into the rain, letting raindrops fall on me and chill my heart.

Never mind.

I comforted myself again and again.

Tears blurred my vision.

It was midday when I got home, and James was indeed not there.

I was so sick and dizzy. I took a shower and went to sleep.

Half asleep, the sound of the door opening completely woke me up.

I opened my eyes and realized that it was already dark outside.

James walked into the bedroom and turned on the light. Maybe I looked sickly, he frowned when he saw me. But the first thing he said was, "Why didn't you cook?"

Body management was important to him. When he was at home and not filming, I prepared three meals for him.

I still felt uncomfortable and didn't want to explain anything, so I turned over and planned to go back to sleep.

"I don't want to cook, just eat whatever you want."

James remained silent for a long time, and finally slammed the door and left.

I didn't pay any attention to him and went back to sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, an unknown caller woke me up again. When I answered, the person on the other end remained silent.

Just as I was about to hang up, I heard a woman's gasping and a man's passionate growl.

In an instant, I was wide awake.

My blood almost froze.

They were James and Fiona.

James and I were college classmates.

Our relationship started in our freshman year and now it was our seventh year.

Everyone said that even the best relationships couldn't last seven years, and I didn't believe it. Now it seemed that I had overestimated myself.

James was picky and had a good development in his career in recent years. So he became more and more arrogant.

His assistants rarely lasted more than three months, except for Fiona.

Fiona was a year younger than us. She had been James's assistant for a year.

No wonder James had never mentioned changing his assistant again, so this was the reason.

I suddenly feel tired. Since James entered the entertainment industry, I had been surrounding him all day like a nanny.

I had put almost all my thoughts and efforts into him. That was why I hadn't been promoted even after three years in this company.

Back in school, I used to be praised by teachers as the most talented student they had ever seen. But now, those who used to be inferior to me were all doing better than me.

What I had been desperately chasing after all these years had turned out to be a joke.

When James came back, I was sitting in the living room waiting for him.

When he saw me, a hint of weakness flashed across his face.

"Are you feeling better?"

He put down his coat, walked over and kissed me.

I felt a little nauseous, but still looked at him calmly.

"What were you doing last night?"

James froze, then smiled, "Didn't you not cook for me? I called some friends for some drinks."

I continued to ask, "Anything else?"

James shrugged and said, "Nothing else."

After saying that, he leaned over to hug me, but I avoided him.

"I'm going to make lunch."

In the next few days, I immersed myself in work and was very fulfilling.

James took the initiative to call me which was rare.

"Chole, are you angry with me?"

I was confused and didn't understand what he was talking about.

"No."

James heard a bit stubborn, "You are angry with me. You haven't called me for three days. It was my fault that I broke my promise that rainy day, but I was really too tired. If you feel uncomfortable, then I apologize to you."

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

He said in a superior tone. After a busy day, I didn't bother to argue with him.

"Well, I know. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

"Wait! I'm downstairs at your company. Come down and let's have a meal together."

I still had some work to deal with. It was already half an hour later when I finished my work and got down.

Opening the door of the passenger seat, I found that Fiona was also there.

She dressed up pure and lovely. When she saw me, she smiled sweetly.

"Chole, I'm a bit carsick. Do you mind if I sit in the front?"

James darkened his face and didn't say a word. I thought he must be angry for waiting for me for half an hour.

"It's okay. You can sit."

I opened the back door and got in.

During the meal, Fiona served James food as if there was no one else around. From time to time, she even gave me a provocative look.

I pretended not to see and just focused on eating.

I had been working all day and I was quite hungry.

The editorinchief said that I did a good job on this project and the boss was very satisfied. Maybe I would get a promotion and a raise. Just thinking about this, I felt relieved.

Suddenly, James dropped his fork with a loud sound.

"I'm full." He said.

After saying that, he grabbed his coat and angrily stood up, and Fiona quickly followed.

When I went out, they were already gone.

So, once again, I was left on the street.

In the next few days, I never saw James again.

I knew he was angry and waiting for me to coax him.

In the past, when we were in conflict, I was always the first to compromise, and I always tried to find a way to make up with him.

At that time, James would always mock me first, and then agree to make up with me in a particularly arrogant manner.

Every time, I felt like a puppet being manipulated by him.

Thinking about it now, I felt quite ridiculous.

On Monday, my boss temporarily informed me to go on a business trip to Boston.

With me was the new leader of our company, Harrison Evans.

Harrison was the son of my boss. He used to study abroad. Although he was younger than me, he was very efficient and decisive in his work.

Coupled with his good looks, all the girls in the company wanted to catch his attention.

I never expected that the usually serious and unsmiling Mr. Evans would have a completely different side in private.

From the moment we boarded the plane, he started complaining in a low voice.

Sometimes he complained that the seat was too hard, sometimes he complained that the coffee was bad, and sometimes he complained the noise on the plane.

I closed my eyes and listened to him chattering in my ear all the way.

It was hard to make it to the hotel, so I thought I could have a good night's sleep.

I didn't expect that Harrison would start again.

Just as I finished washing up and was about to go to bed, Harrison knocked on my door.

I opened the door and saw him standing at the door with messy hair and clear eyes, holding a bottle of wine.

"I can't sleep, can you have a drink with me?"

Before I could say anything, Harrison had already walked in on his own.

We drank a lot and my consciousness gradually became blurred.

At that moment, Harrison put down his glass and stood straight in front of me.

"Chole, I have something to tell you."

I was in a daze, so I casually nodded my head.

"Go ahead."

I was blurred in consciousness, so naturally, I didn't notice the struggle in Harrison's eyes.

After a while, he leaned close to my ear and said softly, "I like you."

I was so shocked that I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, Harrison was sitting on the sofa, with a complicated look in his eyes and red lips.

"You are awake."

He walked over and stood by my bed.

I doublechecked that nothing had happened between us before I dared to speak.

"Yes."

Harrison looked at me and suddenly said, "Are you still sad?"

"What?"

I was confused by his words.

"So you didn't see the news, huh? You made me worry for nothing all night."

News?

I picked up my phone and found out that James and Fiona's affair had been exposed.

The paparazzi caught them kissing in the street. The topic was on Twitter for the whole night.

So that was what Harrison was talking about.

Although I no longer had any expectations for James, I couldn't help but feel sad when I saw this news.

The sevenyear relationship between us ended in an undignified way.

While I was lost in thought, Harrison squatted down in front of me.

His voice was soft and gentle, "Don't be sad for someone who doesn't deserve it. He's not worth it."

Yeah, he really wasn't worth it.

Wait a minute.

James had never mentioned our relationship in public, so how could Harrison know that?

I stared at him blankly, "How do you know?"

Harrison sighed and said, "Chole, it seems like you don't remember me at all."

"Sorry?"

Harrison explained in a deep voice, "I was in the same school as you before I went abroad in my freshman year. I have always known about you and James."

"If I had known that he was such a scumbag, I wouldn't have gone abroad."

"What?"I still didn't understand what he meant.

Harrison suddenly smiled and instinctively ruffled my hair.

"Chole, I mean..."

"Divorce James and be with me."