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In the morning, Wang Xu woke up still unaware of what had happened. He smiled at me and softly said, "Wife, you’ve worked hard."
I responded with a muffled "mm." The pain I had experienced was beyond what could be described with just one phrase about hardship. There were many things Wang Xu didn’t know, and I decided not to tell him about last night either.
At the snack stall outside the hospital, I brought Wang Xu two buns and a cup of soy milk. As I held my bag and said I would leave for a bit, Wang Xu took a bite of his bun without chewing and swung one leg off the bed to pull me back, mumbling, "Wife, don’t go. Where are you going..."
"I'm just going home for a bit to take a shower and change my clothes. I haven't changed in a long time; it feels uncomfortable." I feared Wang Xu would become suspicious, so my explanation sounded even more ridiculous. But when he heard it, he smiled widely.
"Okay, okay, you go ahead. Bring me a set of clothes too; I want to change as well. Bring that gray one you gave me for our wedding anniversary—the one I like the most."
As I tried to conceal things from Wang Xu with my clumsy explanations, he too had often made excuses to hide things from me in the past. This relationship felt exhausting; while Wang Xu smiled, I couldn’t help but cry.
Wang Xu continued lying on the hospital bed eating his bun. As I left, I turned back to glance at him through the window. He waved at me with a smile and mouthed for me to come back soon before taking another bite of his bun.
The winter morning was bright yet somewhat gray. I shifted my gaze away and stepped out of the hospital, hailing a taxi.
"14 Kehua Road."
After getting out of the taxi, I stood in front of the law firm and looked up at the black sign that exuded seriousness and solemnity.
"Hello, ma'am. How can I assist you?" The receptionist approached with enthusiasm.
"I would like to consult about a divorce."
"Alright, may I ask if you have an appointment?"
"No."
"Okay, please follow me." The receptionist maintained her smile, treating this as just another routine occurrence among the countless ones she experienced daily. For me, however, it was one of the most important decisions of my life.
I couldn't relax; I felt anxious and uneasy.
Sitting in front of the lawyer, who smiled politely, after asking some basic questions, he got straight to the point: "May I ask what the reason for the divorce is? Does your husband agree?"
I shook my head and remained silent. The lawyer patiently explained, "Ms. Zhuang, we need to have a comprehensive understanding in order to take appropriate measures."
"Infidelity. My husband has cheated."
Outside the street-facing window, a melodious tune drifted in, carrying a scent of wood. The smooth voice painted a vivid picture.
"Do you have any evidence, Ms. Zhuang?"
"I have photos of my husband with his mistress. The apartment downstairs was bought by my husband for her. My mother-in-law is living downstairs to take care of her, and she accompanied her for prenatal check-ups. Also, the child is my husband's."
The female voice was melodious and gentle, emerging from the sunlit street, filled with warmth and carefree spirit.
"I hope you can provide printed copies of the photos, property deed, bank statements, and a DNA test for the child. If the child has not yet been born, you can provide just the first two."
"If I provide evidence, will it be no problem for me to divorce my husband?"
Melody gradually fell silent, and Singer's voice softened. With a gentle hand, she suddenly let go and said goodbye.
"Yes, that's right."
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