Chapter 4 I want a divorce


    That''s better. Otherwise it might be awkward.


    I drag my aching and sour body out of bed. I don''t dare go home, so I go to thepany after washing


    a little bit.


    I have decided to divorce afterst night. I have already lost my family; I can''t lose my job.


    I work as a clerk at a foreign tradepany. I don''t like this job very much, and the sry is not high,


    but at least it is stable. I am a designer before, well paid but tired. Andrew Mn doesn''t want me to


    work so hard after getting married, so I changed my job.


    Now I realize that male chauvinist just can’t stand that I earn more than him. I would never change my


    job if I have known that he is such a scumbag.


    My phone is out of power and shuts down automaticallyst night. I charge the phone and there are


    dozens of missed calls and many messages sent from Andrew Mn.


    I still hope a little.


    If he apologizes, if he begs my forgiveness, I may forgive him. But my heart goes dead seeing his


    messages.


    “Bitch,e back! Or I will make you regret!”


    “You dare fuck another man behind my back! How dare you ignore my existence!”


    “You horny bitch! You should be raped by those people then!”


    Intolerable.


    I don''t want to read more.


    I put the phone on the desk and start to work, but I just can’t concentrate.


    I begin to think about the manst night.


    His appearance is printed in my head deeply but I couldn''t remember anything afterwards.


    While I am wondering, the phone on the desk buzzes.


    It''s Andrew Mn calling. I mute the phone and put it away, and begin to do the work.


    Only work can make me temporarily forget Andrew Mn’s ugly face.


    “Jane Noyes, you don''t look well. What happened?” Amy Jenkins sits in front of me and looks me up


    and down at the lunch time.


    She and I are in a good rtionship, we usually go to lunch together.


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    I shake my head and say, “Just didn''t sleep well.”


    We are not in that rtionship to tell each other everything. I can’t say a word aboutst night.


    Amy Jenkins is simple and pure. She doesn’t doubt and says, “Have a rest after lunch.”


    I nod. Suddenly I feel something wrong with the atmosphere in the canteen.


    Everyone seems to looking at me.


    Or more urately, they are looking at something behind me.


    I turn back and see Andrew Mn and Susan Feltoning up to me aggressively.


    Susan Felton pulls my hair, and Andrew Mn grasps my cor. I am tugged by them toward the door.


    “You bitch! Hook up a toff and you just ignore me? Going out to sleep with a guy atte night, what''s


    the difference between you and a whore?


    Didn''t answer my phone, you are so going to die!”