
They Celebrated ‘Freedom’ — So Did I
Chapter 3
Natasha and I stared at each other in silence, and the room fell into a deathly quiet.
She seemed shocked I would actually bring up divorce. After all, I had once sworn to her I would never leave her.
Then again, that was several years ago, when Natasha had just taken over the company and was preparing to land a major project. There were many competitors, and one ruthless company had orchestrated a car accident.
When the crash happened, I instinctively threw myself over her to shield her from most of the impact.
While we waited for rescue, I was barely breathing and told her, "If I die, you have to forget about me and find someone new to start over with!"
She cried and shook her head, making me promise I would never leave her. As long as I did not leave her, she was willing to do anything.
It seemed she had long forgotten what she said, and I had broken my promise.
Still, I said it. I asked for the divorce.
After those words left my mouth, I slowly stood up and walked toward the guest room.
Her voice snapped from behind me, filled with fury. "Divorce? Fine, but don't you dare regret it!"
She slammed the door with a bang and left, while I lay on the bed, eyes burning with tears. I could not stop thinking about how kind she used to be.
Back in school, I was a poor orphan who was small and skinny, constantly getting bullied. I was so insecure and weak that I did not even dare fight back.
I just swallowed everything and cried in silence.
Until that day, when Natasha somehow found me in the corner where I was hiding. She stood in front of me and casually said, "What's the point of crying? If you don't want to be bullied, then get stronger. Always giving in just makes your enemies bolder.”
She said many more comforting and encouraging words to me. That day, she seemed like an angel who had come down from heaven to save me.
Later, I followed her advice. When those bullies came to mess with me again, I fought back, ending up bloody and swollen.
On my way home, I ran into Natasha. She smiled and gave me a thumbs-up.
From that day on, no one ever bullied me again because everyone knew I was like a rabid dog who would fight desperately if anyone dared to trample on my dignity.
I never hid away to cry alone again, either.
Until now.
The tears flowed freely once more, releasing all the grievances I had bottled up for so many years.
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