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The Divorce Part 1

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On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water. We had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When my assets steadily increases, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, "You are the kind of man who is the best at attracting girls."
Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife.
When we just got married, my wife said "Once successful, men like you will be very attractive to girls."
The thought of this made me somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "Can you go select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company."
She was obviously unhappy because I had promised to go and shop with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she would be busy preparing dinner while I would be sitting in front of the TV. After the dinner is ready, we would watch TV together or I would be slacking in front of the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was my way of entertainment.

One day I said to her in a joking manner.
"Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without saying a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too distant a thought away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and try to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some kind of hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. However, I saw some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together."
I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate anymore.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand.
"I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words.
Instead she asked me softly, "Why?"
"I'm serious." I avoided her question.
This reply made her angry. She threw the chopsticks away and shouted at me.
"You are not a man!"

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping throughout. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car and 30% stake of my company. She took a glance at it and tore it into pieces. I felt pain in my heart. The woman who had been living with me for ten years would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To her, crying was actually a form of release. The idea of divorce which had me obsessed for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

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