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Vincent clearly paused for a moment, knowing that I must have been upset about what happened that night. 

Vincent turned to the coffee table and took a cigarette box from it. He shook out one cigarette from 

inside, placed it between his lips, and lowered his head to light it. 

For a moment, a thin veil of smoke slowly exhaled. 

“A few days ago, you said you wanted to go out to work, but how come just a few days later you are talking about divorce?” 

“Has Mrs. Atkinson been staying for a long time and wants to go out to experience life?” 

“Go out and see how many people are outside, even those who earn thousands of dollars have to “Go out and see how many people ar work overtime and please others.” 

“Chelsea, what else could you be dissatisfied with when you live in a 500–square–meter villa, in 

front of Mrs. Atkinson?” 

His tone was ruthless and cold, and I couldn’t bear it any longer. I took advantage of his momentary distraction and smiled faintly. 

“Mrs. Atkinson, is there a Mrs. Atkinson like me?” 

I suddenly got up and pulled Vincent into the cloakroom, and with a loud noise, I opened the cabinet 

door. 

There is a row of jewelry cabinets, but all of them were locked with combination locks. 

I didn’t know the password, all of these were managed by his secretary. 

I pointed at those things and mocked them. 

“Which wife from any family even needs to register with her husband’s secretary for using a piece of jewelry?” “Which wife from any family needs to write an application form to her husband’s secretary for using even a penny?” 

Which lady from which family went out without even having money for a taxi fare? 

“Vincent, did you tell me that Mrs. Lu used to be like this?” 

“Yes, you would give me a monthly subsidy of one million.” 

“But every time I took the check, I felt like I was just a gift after you vented.” 

Vincent coldly interrupted me, “Is this what you thought?” 

He gently pinched my chin and said, “If you want a divorce, what kind of life do you think you can 

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have without me?” 

I was pinched by him and felt sore. I raised my hand to push him away. 

The next second, Vincent grabbed my hand, his gaze coldly fixed on my empty ring finger. “Where 

is your wedding ring?” 

“I sold it.” 

I sounded despondent as I said, “So, Vincent, let’s get divorced.” 

This sentence almost exhausted all my strength. 

Vincent was the man I loved for six years. 

If it hadn’t been for that night, if I hadn’t seen the fireworks filling the sky. 

Perhaps I would have been arrogant in this loveless marriage for many years. But I saw it, and I 

didn’t want to be with him anymore. 

Perhaps it would be more difficult after the divorce, just as Vincent said. 

But I do not regret. 

After I finished speaking, I gently pulled my hand away and dragged out a suitcase, starting to 

organize my belongings. 

I knew that in his heart, he might have never imagined that I would have such a rebellious day. 

She actually said she wanted to divorce him without hesitation. 

But I didn’t care about anything. 

Just as I finished packing and was about to leave, pulling my suitcase. 

The next second, I was lifted up by him, took a few quick steps, and was thrown onto the bed. 

Vincent’s slender body pressed against me. 

His face was pressed against my eyes, eye to eye, with his nose touching mine. 

The scorching and intense scent lingered between them. 

After a moment, his thin lips moved to my ear and a frivolous tone sounded. 

“Are you picking a fight with me just because of Shelby, Chelsea? Can’t you be a little more 

honest?” 

“Wasn’t this Mrs. Atkinson the one you had schemed to bring here?” “Why don’t you want to be her now?” 

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I was shaken by his words and even now, he still believes that I was the one responsible for what happened back then. 

The phone rang, Vincent ignored it and leaned down to kiss me. 

I refused, shaking my head to try to break free from him. 

The phone kept ringing, and finally Vincent answered it unhappily. On the other end was his lifesaver, Shelby. 

“Vincent, my leg hurts so much, can you come over and keep me company?” 

A coquettish voice came from the phone, and Vincent did not immediately answer. 

He seemed to have considered it before speaking to the person on the phone. 

“I will come over in a moment.” 

He hung up the phone and got up to change his clothes. 

“I had something to attend to and will discuss the divorce matter after I come back.” 

After saying that, all that was left for me was the dull sound of a slamming door.