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Before Harriet could respond, Ellsworth continued, “The division of assets won’t change. The 10% of shares I transferred to you 

last time, you don’t need to return them. You can participate in 

the dividends, but not in daily operations.” 

Hearing that Ellsworth wanted to wait until the end of the year, 

Harriet looked up at him. 

Without discussing the division of assets, she said, “There’s no 

need to wait until the end of the year. My decision won’t change. As for the rest, I’ll follow your arrangements.” 

She had never thought about taking his assets, but if he insisted on giving them to her, she would just accept them for ‘ 

now. 

She just didn’t want the divorce to be dragged out any longer. 

Harriet remained as determined as ever, and Ellsworth’s expression darkened. “Harriet, what are you in such a hurry for?” 

The hallway was very quiet. Harriet looked up at Ellsworth. 

She stared at him for a long time before finally speaking in a 

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gentle voice, “Ellsworth, do you know? I’ve kept that divorce 

agreement by my side for two years. Every time I wanted to give 

it to you, I would ask myself if I would regret it in the future, if 

there would be no turning back.” 

“These past two years, every night spent alone, every time I 

finished handling things for you, I felt the urge to give it to you, 

but I suppressed it again and again.” 

“But Ellsworth, a person’s patience is limited, tolerance is 

limited, and so is endurance. No one will always accommodate 

you, always put up with you.” 

“Do you think I was born to endure? Do you really think I have 

no feelings, that I don’t get hurt, that I don’t care about what 

you do? Do you really think I don’t care about you and Kelsey? 

Yes, I don’t care now, because my feelings for you were worn 

away by your repeated betrayals over these three years.” 

“You betrayed our marriage.” 

“Ellsworth, we’ve known each other for so many years, so you 

should know that when I hand you the divorce agreement, there 

is no possibility left for our marriage. No matter what happens 

to you in the future, I won’t help you anymore.” 

“Of course, I don’t care who you’re with anymore, because in my 

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heart, you stopped being my husband a long time ago.” 

“You keep delaying signing, not submitting the application. I 

don’t know if you think I’m easy to manipulate, or if you think 

that as long as we don’t divorce, I’ll keep accommodating you, 

putting up with you, and cleaning up your messes like before.” 

At this point, Harriet shook her head. “That’s impossible now, 

Ellsworth. I won’t be like I was before. I won’t revolve around 

you anymore.” 

After a pause, Harriet continued, “As for the procedures, do 

them if you want, and if not, it’s just a big deal. You were able to 

cheat during our marriage and make me a laughingstock, so I 

can do the same.” 

“So, I hope you’ll think rationally and stop saying things like ‘one 

month later,‘ ‘two months later,‘ or ‘before the end of the year.” 

After three years of enduring and bottling things up, with 

Ellsworth dragging things out and still wanting to wait until the 

end of the year, Harriet felt he was being too unfair, so she 

couldn’t hold back and finally let out everything she had been 

keeping inside. 

Over these three years, she had tried countless times. 

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She had wanted to have an honest talk with him so many times, 

to find out what was wrong with their marriage, to solve the 

problems, to live a good life together. 

But what about Ellsworth? 

He ignored her again and again, hung up on her calls, and event 

blocked her contact information. 

He would never know what it felt like to be full of passion and 

sincerity, desperate to solve problems, but finding no way out, 

not even having a chance to speak, not even knowing where to 

send her long messages. 

How desperate, how hopeless that felt. 

Now Ellsworth wanted to talk? 

Sorry, she didn’t want to talk anymore. 

Once, all the love and passion she had for him could have filled 

a basket, and she had endless things she wanted to say to him, 

but now she couldn’t remember a single word. 

Even if he had saved her life, the three years of misery and her 

severe depression were enough to repay that debt. 

After saying everything in one breath, Harriet quickly regained 

her usual composure and said calmly, “It’s getting late. You should get some rest.” 

With that, she turned and walked away. 

As she brushed past Ellsworth, he grabbed her wrist and pulled 

her back.