Chapter 2 Divorce

"it's me."

"you've been drinking……"

"Well, I had a drink with a friend."

There was the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom, Wennie Brown frowned and turned over, sleeping restlessly.

The bed beside him collapsed.

A big hand landed on her waist, moving down the graceful curve, ready to move.

"Hmm...not tonight..." Wennie Brown closed his eyes and stopped him half asleep.

Subconsciously afraid of hurting the child.

The big hand stopped and fell on her back, "Go to sleep."

Wennie Brown was really sleepy, and soon fell asleep.

In the morning, when Wennie Brown woke up, there was no heat around her, and only slightly crumpled sheets proved that the people around her had returned last night.

She was a little annoyed, why did she fall asleep last night?

It's okay, it's the same today.

After Wennie Brown washed, she walked to the cloakroom and picked out a white suit for Flynn Duncan. Thinking that her pregnancy would be a happy event, she chose a red striped tie and put it at the end of the bed.

Flynn Duncan had already come back from a morning run, sitting on the sofa wearing home clothes, looked up at Wennie Brown who was coming down the stairs, and put down the documents in his hand, "Let's eat."

After breakfast, Wennie Brown took a deep breath, with a touch of joy and expectation on her face, "Flynn, I have something to tell you."

If he knew that they were going to have a child, he would be happy too, right?

"I also have something to tell you." Flynn Duncan said calmly.

"Then you go first." Wennie Brown smiled shyly with a sweet smile.

"Wennie Brown, let's... get a divorce." Flynn Duncan got up, picked up the document on the sofa and handed it over, "This is the divorce agreement, please take a look first, if you have any questions, I will try my best to satisfy them."

Wennie Brown went into cardiac arrest for a split second and looked at Flynn Duncan in astonishment.

My mind went blank for a while, thinking I had heard wrong.

It took a long time before she found her voice, her lips moved, and she repeated those two words dumbly: "Divorce?"

He wants to divorce her?

Okay, why are you getting divorced all of a sudden?

Without warning, she was caught off guard.

"We were all calculated that night, we had to marry as a last resort, and we didn't make it public. In this case, it's better to end it as soon as possible." Flynn Duncan said softly, as if talking about a daily trivial matter.

Wennie Brown was pale and felt a chill all around her.

It was as if his heart was tightly grasped by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe.

No, no.

She loved him for nine years.

From the early age of sixteen to the Duncan family, to twenty-five years of successful career.

From the beginning of love to the three years of marriage, it runs through her green years.

She didn't have to, she was willing to do it.

But for him, it was a last resort.

She swallowed heavily, took a deep breath, stared at him, and tried to keep her voice calm, "Didn't we get along very well these three years? Have you really decided? You want to divorce me... ?" Divorce was uttered with a heavy sense of pain.

"Decided."

"Grandpa and grandma..."

"I'll make it clear."

"What if I..." get pregnant?

He seemed a little impatient, and interrupted her, "Cora has returned to China."

Wennie Brown's breath was stagnant, the words pierced her heart like a knife, and blood flowed out.

She took over the divorce agreement dully, and heard herself say mechanically, "Okay, let me take a look."

What was calculated and forced to marry was not the point.

The point is the last sentence.

Cora Greene is back home.