Chapter 26: Throw Them All Away
After Mary said that, the air seemed frozen. Mary blinked, smiled slightly, and pushed him away, "Matthew, this is pointless."
Matthew wanted to divorce her but kept sleeping with her. The world didn'twork that way.
Mary went straight to wash up.
Matthew barely settled, whose emotions flared up again in frustration.
By the time Mary came out, Matthew had already left. Showing no expression, she went to the kitchen to take some bread. After takinga few bites, she called Michael.
"Hello, Ms. Smith."
Mary said, "I'm taking a day off today. Could you please cover for me?"
Michael was taken aback and then asked, "May I ask why?"
Mary replied, "To get a divorce."
Michael was dazed and then said,"Okay, I'll help you."
"Thank you." Mary hung up and got up to wash the dishes. Then she started cleaning the house thoroughly. As she looked at the fresh room, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Mary swept over the table and noticed the couple's mugs. What an eyesore. Mary immediately started packing up everything in the house that belonged to Matthew with a box. His mug, clothes, shoes, socks, various fitness equipment, and grooming products—all of it was loaded. Mary intended to throw them all away!
When everything was packed, Mary looked at the box and felt a bit dizzy. So, after living here for a year, all of Matthew's belongings just fit into one box? Mary's fingers rested on the edge of the box, her eyes filled with a bitter glimmer. He was someone destined not to be with her, so Matthew's things were so few that they couldn't integrate into her life. Mary's heart ached sharply. She took a deep breath, picked up the box, and placed it outside the door, planning to dump it later.
When Matthew came up, he saw the box at the door. He glanced inside and recognized the items he was familiar with, his face immediately darkening.
Mary was sitting on the sofa enjoying some fruit when her phone rang. She answered, "Hello?"
"Come downstairs," Matthew's cold, indifferent voice came through.
Mary asked, "Have you prepared the divorce papers?"
But the call had already ended.
Heh! What a temper of Matthew!
Having finished her last bite of fruit, Mary went downstairs with her bag. That's when she noticed the box by the door was gone. Where was it? Did someone throw it away already? By the door, Mary was trying to figure it out for a while, but it didn't bother her for too long. After all, those were meant to be discarded. She locked the door and went downstairs. From a distance, she saw a sedan parked there, its windows slightly obscuring Matthew's stern features, making him look a bit less cold.
Mary opened the backseat door of the car to get in.
"Am I your driver?" Matthew's chilly voice came through.
Mary got in anyway. "We're going for a divorce, not a date. Why so much fuss? Drive!"
Matthew's face darkened further. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, not moving for a long time.
Mary waited for a while and, figuring that he had no intention of starting the engine, rolled her eyes, "You're really something."
She got out and moved to the front passenger seat. This time, the car started with a roar and quickly left the neighborhood. Soon, they arrived at the civil court. Mary took a deep breath as she looked at the building and then opened the door to get out.
Matthew followed her, and just then, a call came in. He answered it, and whatever was said made him frown, "Okay, I'm coming now."
He grabbed Mary's hand, "Come with me."
