Ongoing · — reads

Love Ex-husband Again? Never!

We had been married for six years. On our anniversary, Elliott Wellington did not come home all night, but asked someone to bring me a bouquet of roses. I looked calm, threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash can, printed out the divorce agreement, and mailed it to his company. The next day, Elliott made a special trip home to apologize to me. "Victoria, Emily doesn't know that you are allergic to flowers. She means well." His expression was sincere and affectionate, but he didn't notice that there was still a lipstick mark on his face. I sneered and took out the property division agreement. "I don't know that. But if you sign it, all three of us will be satisfied." However, Elliott was not happy. He tore up the agreement with a cold face and left never to return. It was a month later when we met again.