You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 35- just cry it out

Looking at Dave’s expression, could it be that he was afraid she might take her own life?

To be honest, she did have a fleeting thought about it earlier, when his words had stung her deeply. But after calming herself, she knew that dying was the weakest way out, and she would never resort to that.

Still, if pretending to harbor such thoughts could make him agree to a divorce, she didn’t mind putting on a show.

So, she took a step back, her face showing despair, and turned to pick up the knife he had thrown aside.

"What are you doing?"

Dave shouted, lunging forward to grab her and pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest.

Laurent didn’t struggle or say a word. She simply stood there, staring at him with an unnervingly calm expression. Her once-clear eyes now reflected a boundless emptiness.

Dave’s jaw tightened as he pressed his lips together in a stern line, his gaze cold and angry as he stared at her.

After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"No need to threaten me with death. I agree to the divorce. Tomorrow morning, nine o’clock. See you there."

With that, he let her go, turned around, and left without looking back.

Laurent stood motionless, her face expressionless, watching his figure disappear behind the door.

Finally. Finally, it was over. Finally, she could end this marriage she had been desperately clinging to all by herself.

When Adeline rushed back, she arrived just in time to hear Dave say he agreed to the divorce, followed by the sight of him turning and leaving.

Adeline thought there was a faint trace of sorrow on Dave’s face as he walked away.

Then she looked at Laurent, standing in the living room with an expression so calm it was almost heart-wrenching.

Closing the door behind her, Adeline walked in and asked worriedly,

"Laurent, are you okay?"

Earlier, Adeline had received a panicked call from Dave, saying Laurent might be suicidal. Terrified, she had taken leave from work and hurried home.

Adeline understood all too well the kind of despair that could lead someone to thoughts of ending their own life. When she had discovered her husband’s long-term infidelity, she had stormed up to the rooftop, nearly throwing herself off in a moment of anguish.

Looking back, she could only see how foolish she had been.

Dying doesn’t solve anything. The problems still remain, waiting to be faced. And besides, they weren’t alone. They had children, parents, and a future—a future that might include someone truly deserving of them.

That’s why life is precious, and it must be cherished.

Laurent snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Adeline. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she replied,

"I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?"

"He finally agreed to the divorce. I couldn’t be happier."

With that, Laurent turned and picked up the fruit knife Dave had thrown on the floor. She headed into the kitchen, washed it, and decided to peel a mango for herself.

But somehow, when she pressed the blade down, it slipped and cut into her finger. The knife was razor-sharp, and blood immediately gushed from her left index finger.

Adeline, who had followed her out of concern, saw the blood and gasped in alarm. She hurried over, grabbed a tissue, and pressed it against Laurent’s wound, scolding her with a mix of worry and affection,

"Ah, how can you be so careless?"

Laurent glanced at her finger, only now registering the searing pain. It was true what they said—ten fingers connected to the heart. She felt as though the pain had reached deep into her chest, making her bite down hard on her lip.

Adeline helped her to the couch and quickly fetched gauze, alcohol, and other supplies. She carefully cleaned and bandaged Laurent’s finger. Thankfully, the wound wasn’t too deep and stopped bleeding quickly. Otherwise, they would have had to go to the hospital.

As Adeline bandaged her wound, Laurent sat quietly, her gaze lowered, watching the process. She even managed to whisper a word of thanks.

"Adeline, thank you."

But despite her words, Laurent seemed completely out of it. Adeline glanced up and noticed the blank, almost dazed expression on her face.

The sight tugged at Adeline’s heart, and she reached out, pulling Laurent into a hug. Her own voice choked with emotion as she began to cry.

"Laurent, don’t keep it all bottled up. If it hurts, just cry. Let it out."

Saying she didn’t care anymore was one thing, but how could she truly not care?

After all, Dave was the man she had loved deeply for five whole years.

The Laurent Adeline remembered was vibrant and full of life, beautiful and radiant.

Seeing Laurent now, so drained and lifeless, how could Adeline not feel heartbroken?

She held Laurent close, hoping her embrace could provide some comfort and encouragement, just as Laurent had done for her when she had gone through the pain of divorce.

Before long, Adeline felt a warmth on her shoulder—a torrent of hot tears soaking into her clothes. The floodgates had opened, and Laurent was crying uncontrollably. Adeline’s own tears began to fall in response.

It was good to cry.

Crying could be cathartic. Wounds would heal, given time.

Whether the wounds were on the hand or deep within the heart, they would heal eventually.

Adeline gently patted Laurent’s back, her own tears streaming uncontrollably. She knew Laurent wasn’t just releasing the pain of this failed marriage but also years of pent-up disappointment and heartbreak.

"Laurent, you have to believe in yourself," Adeline said softly, her voice full of conviction. "Without him, you can still live a good life—an even better one."

Laurent’s sobs gradually subsided. She lifted her head from Adeline’s shoulder, her face still streaked with tears, but her eyes no longer held the same emptiness as before.

"Will it really get better?" Laurent’s voice was hoarse, tinged with doubt. "It’s been five years. I gave everything I had to this marriage, and in the end, there’s nothing left but a hollow shell."

Adeline held her hand, her gaze warm and unwavering. "It will. You’ve just forgotten how strong and remarkable you are. You deserve to be loved and to have someone who truly values you. Right now, you just need to give yourself some time."

Laurent fell silent, glancing down at her bandaged finger before looking back at Adeline. A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Maybe... maybe it will get better."

Adeline felt a sense of relief seeing that small smile.

"Come on," Adeline said, standing and pulling Laurent to her feet. "There’s still your favorite mango cake in the kitchen. Let’s forget about everything today and celebrate—celebrate a new beginning."

Laurent paused for a moment, then nodded and followed Adeline to the kitchen.

After the divorce, Adeline felt her life had become much less burdensome. She no longer had to constantly worry about money, and her body and mind felt lighter. Laurent often commented that she looked younger and more beautiful than ever.

It was clear—a good man and a good marriage are the best beauty tools for a woman.

Unfortunately, both of them had once made the wrong choice.

But it was fortunate that it wasn’t too late to start over. They were still young, and neither of them had lost themselves because of divorce.

Ending a failed marriage had only made them see life more clearly.

When Adeline asked about Laurent’s plans, Laurent said she intended to take a trip to another city after completing the divorce formalities tomorrow. She wanted to visit some old college friends, relax, heal, and perhaps look for a suitable job. She had no intention of staying in City.

As for her previous job at the clothing store, she planned to resign. She had always said it was not a long-term solution.

That evening, Laurent had hoped to sleep early to look refreshed for the next day, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep.

After much thought, she sat up, picked up her phone, and mustered the courage to send a message in the group chat she shared with her three college dormmates:

"I’m divorced."

Laurent had majored in Japanese in college, and the four of them in the dorm had been incredibly close.

With her cheerful and sunny personality, Laurent had always been the one to resolve any small conflicts or misunderstandings between them. By the end of their four years together, the four girls had become the best of friends.

After graduation, they went their separate ways, moving to different cities and getting busy with their careers and families. The contact became less frequent, but their bond hadn’t faded.

Now, the other three had different lives:

One was named Marylin.

Another was Zoey.

The last, Vivian, like Laurent, had stayed in City. Vivian had married a senior from their department, and after working for others in the beginning, she and her husband now ran a small trading company together. She was nine months pregnant and due any day now.

As for Laurent, she had married right after graduating.

In the five years since, her friends had built their careers, and some had found love and started families. For Laurent, her only achievements in five years were a daughter and a heart devoid of vitality.

When Laurent decided to marry Dave immediately after graduation, her friends had earnestly tried to dissuade her. They had warned her not to blindly prioritize love above all else.

At the time, everyone knew she was utterly infatuated with Dave, hopelessly and deeply in love. Even the glamorous and sophisticated Marylin had tried to reason with her, citing heartfelt advice:

"Any relationship that requires you to constantly work to please the other person will never last."

But Laurent hadn’t believed them.

Now, she believed it—after being scarred and battered.