Ten Years of Marriage, Ten Years of Future

The perfect husband I had loved for ten years gave me jewelry worth millions.

He said, "Natalie, let's get a divorce. I want to give her a status."

The next morning, we went to the City Clerk's Office.

That night, Samuel didn't come home.

He booked my favorite restaurant and celebrated getting himself off the hook with his mistress, Emily.

At the same time, my phone kept ringing.

[Let's meet now, Natalie.]

[Natalie, I've never forgotten you.]

[Natalie, I'll wait for you at the same place.]

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In strong winds, Samuel and I walked into the City Clerk's Office.

Seeing my disheveled hair, he gently tidied it for me.

Seeing this, the staff took the initiative to assign us a marriage registration number.

"Sorry, we're here for a divorce."

Hearing my intention, the staff looked puzzled.

At the divorce window, the clerk asked him the reason for the divorce.

Samuel remained silent, and I kindly spoke for him.

"Incompatible personalities, broken feelings."

Everyone knows this was just a polite excuse.

The real reason was that Samuel had his another dear girlfriend who has captivated him.

Emily was an intern at his company.

He took her to and from work, accompanied her by a hospital bed, and presented her with 99 champagne roses at a public campus event under everyone's gaze.

He seemed to have become her guardian.

As for me, my reason was simpler.

I never dealt with secondhand goods.

Looking at the two faded marriage certificates, the staff sincerely advised us not to act rashly.

"I'm busy, please process it as soon as possible."

His cold words greatly accelerated the process.

An hour later, we received a divorce agreement in a coolingoff period.

He pursed his thin lips.

"Natalie, where are you going later? I'll give you a ride."

Without giving me a chance to refuse, Samuel walked quickly to the parking lot and drove the car directly in front of me.

I reached out to open the passenger door.

Suddenly, I remembered that we were no longer a couple.

In the end, facing his complex gaze, I calmly sat in the back seat.

The black car smoothly merged into traffic. Even sitting in the rear, I could tell that Samuel was in a good mood.

I asked him to turn up the air conditioning.

The low temperature was causing my rhinitis to act up, and I couldn't help sniffing.

He silently handed me a halfused pack of tissues.

We've known each other since childhood, been married for ten years, and he knows very well that I don't have rhinitis.

"Natalie, as for our divorce, I'll talk to your parents."

As always, Samuel likes to take care of my affairs and shoulder the responsibility himself.

In fact, he wasn't like this when he was young.

As a child, Samuel was as thin as a bean sprout and shy.

In kindergarten, he was often bullied by bad kids, and his clothes and shoes were covered in mud.

It was me, the gentlelooking but actually domineering little demon.

Thanks to his mother always giving me candy, I climbed onto the broadcast control desk and announced to the entire kindergarten.

"Samuel Lewis is Natalie More's little brother."

That's when Samuel went from a timid little boy sprout to the school's heartthrob with numerous fan girls.

At that time, I treated Samuel as a good friend, but he used the excuse of helping me study math to pester me to study with him, insisting that we attend the same university.

Later, we did attend the same university.

Samuel became my love jinx.

With him around, even if I was beautiful and wellknown, not a single guy dared to approach me for four whole years.

On the day of graduation, Samuel took me to the astronomy museum on campus.

He turned off all the lights in the building and revealed a dazzling universe I had never seen before.

He held my hand, which was full of sweat.

"Natalie, will you marry me? I swear I will be good to you for the rest of my life."

At that time, I said yes without hesitation.

But today, faced with Samuel's false sympathy, I chose to refuse without hesitation.

"Mr. Lewis, you don't need to worry about my affairs. I can handle them myself."

My overly polite and distant tone made Samuel frown unconsciously.

After a quiet moment, he asked me with a halfsmile how I planned to explain our separation to my parents.

Seeing that I remained silent, Samuel let out a cold, disdainful chuckle.

"Natalie, don't tell me you regret it."

Sensing his gaze, I finally put down my phone and gave him a glance.

"Oh, yes, you're right. Anyway, just focus on driving, don't get distracted."

I didn't want to get into a car accident with my exhusband on the first day of being single and end up dead on the street.

Hearing my perfunctory response, his hands on the steering wheel tightened even more.

Samuel's Bluetoothconnected phone rang with the sweet love song that the young girl loved the most.

In front of me, Samuel chose to answer the call.

An overly gentle voice of a young girl echoed in the car.

She coquettishly complained to Samuel that she was starving after several classes.

Samuel glanced at me and, seeing my calm expression, jokingly said to her.

"I know you are hungry, baby. I'll go buy your favorite sandwich for you now."

After the call ended, without Samuel saying anything, I pointed to the intersection ahead and gently said.

"You can drop me off at the next intersection."

The black car pulled over to the side of the road. As soon as I got out of the car, Samuel couldn't wait to drive away.

Watching the car disappear around the corner, I couldn't hold back any longer. My right leg, which had been twitching, gave out, and I collapsed onto the street.

Two months ago, Samuel called me to say that he had forgotten to take an important document.

So I took the document and drove to his company.

On the way, an overloaded truck overturned while making a sharp turn and crushed me.

Although I survived, my right leg was at risk of amputation due to prolonged blood loss and compression.

That day, in despair and tears, I called Samuel countless times.

His phone was always off.

Later, I found out that because of a comment from Emily, who said she had never seen a dove in her life.

Samuel bought a ticket to Prague for her.

He accompanied her on a weeklong trip.

Not wanting to worry my parents, in the end, it was my best friend Sarah who accompanied me through the surgery.

After the doctors' best efforts, my leg was finally saved.

As for the man who was useless in the crucial moment, I didn't want him anymore.

Alone at home, I made a simple meal for myself.

Just as I finished eating, I received an angry message from Sarah.

[Natalie, you haven't officially divorced Samuel, and he's openly celebrating with Emily!]

Sarah sent a photo of Samuel and Emily having a sweet meal.

I recognized the restaurant as the one where Samuel and I went every year for our wedding anniversary.

I suddenly felt a strong urge to vomit.

When my phone rang, I couldn't bring myself to answer it. I ran to the bathroom and vomited two or three times before feeling a bit better.

In a second, I realized something.

The next morning, I went to the hospital.

After looking at the blood test report, the doctor said to me, "Congratulations, Ms. More, you are three months pregnant."

I remained quiet for a while and simply said, "Please schedule the surgery for me."

In the first three years of our marriage, Samuel and I wanted to be together every day.

He longed for a child of our own.

However, after many years, we remained childless despite being physically healthy.

Now that I was finally pregnant, everything had changed.

I couldn't keep this child.

As soon as I stepped out of the doctor's office, I saw Samuel and his girlfriend, Emily, standing at the door.

My hand holding the bag suddenly tightened.