You Hurt Me, So I Erased You from My Memory

Silas Gill would bring a woman home from outside on every wedding anniversary under the pretext of letting me train them. At our tenth anniversary dinner, the woman he brought home was a karaoke bar girl dressed in a Playboy bunny outfit. “She doesn’t have a dress, so you give her your wedding dress and the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes, I think the pair you have on your feet is good.” “Oh, right. She’s young and doesn’t understand many things. You’ll have to put in the effort to teach her, especially about sex.” Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself. I once again lived up to everyone’s expectations and said I wanted to divorce Silas. Silas chuckled, looking at me with contempt and mockery. “Juliette Spencer, haven’t you said ‘divorce’ every single time? I’m sick of hearing it, even more so than your moans in bed!” “If you really want to divorce me, I’ll give you one hundred million!” The entire room erupted in laughter again, their words implying that I was playing hard to get and didn’t know my place. They didn’t know that this was the hundredth time I’d said “divorce” and the only time I truly meant it.