Divorce Is Unnecessary

“Alright then. Good on you, Kendra.”

I could not be bothered to speak with Terrence anymore, so I simply hung up.

The maid was already packing my bags for me.

“Are you sure you don’t want these, Mrs. Fulton?” she asked as she looked at the walls filled with luxury items in the walk-in closet.

They were all things that Terrence had bought for me when I had to attend banquets and galas.

He had said, “I don’t care how things were for you in the past, Kendra. Since you’ve married into the Fulton family, you need to do better to hide the poverty that surrounds you like a miasma. Don’t embarrass me.”

Snapping back to the present, I shook my head and said softly, “I don’t want any of these luxury items or dresses. Just pack up everything else.”

The maid looked hurt.

“Mrs. Fulton, there’s not much else other than those to pack…”

I was stunned for a moment. Then, I could not help but laugh.

That was right. When I married Terrence seven years ago, I truly did not have much.

In this huge villa, all that belonged to me was nothing but half a bed.

That night, Terrence did not return home, and I slept very well.

The next day, I picked up the packed luggage and got ready to leave.

Other than a crystal orb, I left nothing behind.

It was the only gift he had gotten me during our years of dating and marriage.

Back then, I had just arrived in Daleport for my studies. It was then that I met Terrence for the first time and fell in love with him at first sight.

During that time, he was candid and passionate. Every day, he would wait for me at the university just to speak with me for a little while.

The crystal orb was a gift from that time.

He said that it was the first thing he had bought with his own money, and he had saved three days’ pay from his part-time job for it.

He told me that the snowflake in the orb would never melt, and it represented his love for me that would never disappear.

But I did not want his love anymore.

After leaving Fulton Villa, I found a hotel to stay at.

Before a day had gone by, Terrence called.

“Where did you run off to, Kendra? Come back this instant and pack up your trash!”

I said calmly, “I don’t want it anymore. You can throw it all out.”

Terrence was stunned for a moment before he said, “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

My tone was nonchalant. I really did not care anymore.

“Just throw it out. There’s nothing important there anyway.”

That seemed to trigger Terrence.

“Not important? Do you know that this is—”

I chuckled and interrupted him. “Something you worked three days to buy? That thing only costs $65. Mr. Fulton, what job did you work that you only made so little money in three days?”

I had heard him tell the truth with my own ears, after all. It had happened after we got married, and he had had too much to drink. He had said, “All I had to do to trick you was get some trinket from a roadside shop. Kendra, you’re so gullible and cheap!”

That was when I knew that Terrence had not changed. He had only gotten tired of pretending.

I hung up and went to the law firm where I had an appointment.

After the lawyer who received me asked about my situation, he looked hurt.

“Ms. Mercer, I think you know very well how things stand. With the Fulton family’s standing in society, it’s practically impossible that you can have an amicable divorce.”

Of course, I knew that. That was why I was willing to give up every right that was afforded to me.

“What if I don’t want any of his assets? I can just leave without taking anything.”

The lawyer’s face lit up at that, but he still seemed unsure.

“Does Mr. Fulton want this divorce?”

I shook my head, and I could feel my face drain of color.

This was not the first time I had tried to leave Terrence.

The first time I brought up the divorce was five years ago. Terrence did not say anything. He locked me up in the villa for a month.

A month later, I found out that I was pregnant.