Ignoring Nicole's screams and Xavier's roars, I opened the car door and got out.
Damn those scumbag and bitch. This was my gift.
It was not until I went upstairs that I realized that I had forgotten to give the divorce agreement I had prepared today to Xavier.
I put the divorce agreement I had already signed on the table and started packing my things.
Although, this house carried the three-year marriage between Xavier and I.
But it had been polluted by Nicole. And I didn't want to stay here anymore.
What was more, I had already promised Owen to go abroad to establish a new company.
This was a good opportunity to completely cut off ties with Xavier.
After working for most of the night, I finally packed up all my things.
In fact, most of the things had been thrown away. Since I had decided to give up, I didn't want to leave any trace of myself in this house.
I took a last look at the huge wedding photo hanging on the wall and took it down with trembling hands.
I reached out and gently stroked the two energetic and smiling faces in the photo.
It had only been three years. I didn't expect that our marriage would come to an end do soon.
I felt sad, so I gritted my teeth, stuffed it into the trash bag, and threw it into the garbage station downstairs.
I didn't sleep well that night. I dreamed a lot about our past.
From the initial beauty, to the subsequent dullness, and finally to despair and loss.
It was almost dawn, and I fell into a sleepy state. When I opened my eyes again, it was already morning.
I opened my phone and saw a piece of local news saying that an international business conference was being held at the city exhibition center this morning.
The news also listed a long list of key personnel attending the conference.
Among them were the names of Xavier and Nicole. And what surprised me even more was the relationship label between the two.
[Xavier: President of the Walsh Group. Nicole: His wife.]
Seeing this, I sneered. Nicole was Xavier's wife? What about me?
I was planning to divorce Xavier, but I was still Mrs. Walsh now!
I immediately dressed up and took a taxi straight to the exhibition center.
The security guard at the entrance of the venue reached out to stop me.
"Which company do you represent, Miss? Do you have an invitation?"
I was stunned.
"I don't have an invitation. I am here with my husband, Xavier, the president of the Walsh Group."