No One But You

The clerk took our papers and went through our divorce agreement with great care. "You two have only been married for four months?" he asked in confuse.

To be exact, we only did the marriage formalities, and did not have a wedding.

I smiled at the clerk. "Sometimes time has nothing to do with the breakdown of a relationship."

"It broke in four months?" The clerk stared at me.

"That's because a baster got me drunk and sent me to someone else's bed." I smiled and told the clerk about my sad story.

Daniel bluhsed immediately, pulled my arm and shouted at me angrily, "Are you crazy? Why did you tell her this?"

"It turns out that you still want your face." Daniel's blushing was eye-opening, "The clerk is now helping us to get a divorce. Of course, she needs to understand the situation. Can I not explain the real reasons for our divorce?"

He couldn't have said anything about me, and then he fell silent and hung his head.

The clerk looked at us curiously and asked, as a matter of routine, whether there had been any mediation or whether there was any room to swing back.

I said directly to the clerk, "I will not live with him again even if I marry to a pig or a dog."

My attitude was firm, and the clerk was just making routine inquiries, not trying to get us back together.

So the divorce was over when we paid 12 yuan each.

Since there was no property dispute between us, I added a clause in the divorce agreement later. At that time, I took 200 thousand yuan to decorate the house of Daniel, and the house had nothing to do with me. Now I had to get my money back after the divorce.

Daniel was very dissatisfied and cooed, but when I glared at him and pointed to his face, he was silent.

He was afraid that Calvin would blow over his face.

Sometimes force worked especially well for some people, especially a baster like Daniel.

I gave a few kisses on my divorce certificate, and then pulled out my phone, click open the camera and handed it to Daniel.

He glared at me with a black eye, "What?"

"Take a picture for me, I want to take a picture with my divorce certificate!"

The divorce hall was full of people, and everyone was looking at me, a woman in high spirits after a divorce.

Daniel, holding my mobile phone in his hand, did not want to take a picture.

"My divorce from you was the most glorious moment of my life for months. How could I not record such a glorious scene?"

"Josephine, do you hate me so much?" Did he have his brain damaged by Calvin? Didn't I hate him for he did such a thing to me?

"Daniel," I took my mobile phone, "You are too dirty that you don't deserve I hate you, because love and hatrted should be remembered. But you are not worth me to remember you. I just want you quickly out from my world."

I didn't need him to take a picture of me. I can take a selfie and still be beautiful.

I turned and walked out of the hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau, with him trotting after me.

Were Daniel's legs really that short? I was a pregnant woman and he had to trot to keep up?

"Josephine." He called me, panting. "I tell you, there's no point for you stay with Calvin! You think Calvin is good? There's someone behind him who's better than Calvin!"

I didn't stop walking. I gave him a look of utter contempt. "We're no longer related. Get out of my way."

My car was parked on the side of the road with a driver.

I pulled the door open and got in. Then I slammed the door so hard that I almost caught Daniel's face.

"Let's go." I said to the driver.

The driver started the car. I saw Daniel's face in the back mirror. As the distance increased, his face became more and more blurred, like a broken tomato, looking disgusting.

The driver drove the car back to the community of Calvin's Villa, but I did not let him drive straight home, but to the door of the house of the woman who threw a stone at me yesterday. When I got out of the car, I went to pat the door. When she opened the door and saw that it was me, she started back a few steps, thinking I was looking for her revenge.

I took out my divorce certificate in my bag, opened it, poked it in her face and showed it to her. "Don't tell others I'm married. I'm divorced and free."

She was so frightened and angry that she wanted to scratch me.

But she knew she could not provoke me, so she shrunk her neck and nodded. "I know it, Mrs. Knight."

"I'm not Mrs. Knight, and I'm not married to Calvin. But we have a very pure relationship."

I didn't care if my words were malarkey or not, But I want her to know that she could not poke me in the back with them.

After showing off my divorce certificate to her, I went from house to house knocking on doors to find out all the gossips of yesterday and show them one by one. They thought I was crazy, and I knew I was not.

I was choking to death yesterday, and I fought back what they said about me but I knew they were telling the truth.

Today, however, I stand before them with my head held high.

This feeling was super good.

I became famous during the first war. Neow I guessd the whole community knew that I was a divorced woman with a fat cat.

A divorce was better than dating with two men.

I went back to Calvin's villa and soon he called me.

"Beautiful single woman, do you want to celebrate at noon to have a dinner?"

"I would like to have champagne then."

"You wish. Champagne contains alcohol. After the birth of the baby, you can have it."

Now Calvin finally has the right to speak about the future in front of me, and it was not harsh to listen to it.

Even the corners of my lips were raised.

I raised my eyebrows and agreed, "Then I would like to eat spicy spicy pot."

"When will your tastes get a little more advanced?"

"Spicy spicy pot is not advanced, must be those foie gras black truffles advanced?

"Whatever you say." He didn't argue with me, but he didn't take my advice, "Don't forget you have a long zipper on the back of your head."

"What do you want to have?"

"Eat Cantonese food, you drink more soup."

Cantonese food was nutritious and fresh, but not very tasty.

I had a heavy taste now. At the time Lucy was frying pepper, I wishes I can grab a handful of it and stuff into my mouth.

I said, "There is a restaurant for pig belly with chicken in the East Street, shall we go?" "Sure." He agreed immediately, "Let's mee at 11:50."