You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 36- unhappy and divorced

Her words hung in the group chat, met first with silence. A few minutes later, Marylin broke it with a voice message:

"I’m landing in City tomorrow at noon. Don’t bother picking me up. See you at the hotel." Zoey followed with a simple reply: "I’m coming too."

Vivian, who was still in City and heavily pregnant, directly said she would visit Laurent the next day.

Staring at their responses, Laurent burst into tears, overwhelmed by their care and concern.

She knew they were coming out of worry for her, taking it upon themselves to be by her side.

How fortunate she was to have friends like Adeline and them in this lifetime. Her love life might have been a failure, but at least her friendships and family bonds were thriving.

When she finally managed to stop crying, she sent a choked-up voice message to the group:

"You don’t have to come all the way here. I’m fine, really."

"If I’ve made this decision, it means I’m ready to face everything."

"Once the divorce is finalized, I’ll come find you all so we can relax together."

"Don’t worry, I’ll meet with Vivian tomorrow. She can report back on how I’m doing."

Vivian, the dormmate who had also stayed in City, was their trusted bridge.

After Laurent repeatedly assured them she was okay and mentioned meeting Vivian, the other two finally canceled their plans to visit City.

After finishing the group chat, Laurent privately arranged a meeting time with Vivian for the next day.

Over the years, she had seen Vivian frequently. Despite their close friendship, when Laurent decided to divorce, she hadn’t sought refuge with Vivian first; instead, she came to Adeline. The reason was Leonardo.

Leonardo was a close friend of Vivian’s husband, frank, and also their senior from the same department. During Laurent’s tenure as the Student Union’s Arts Department chair, Leonardo had been the Student Union president. Now, he was a household name—a famous star. Back when Laurent was a freshman, he had pursued her relentlessly, even continuing his pursuit until she fell for Dave.

Later, she got married, and he signed with an entertainment company. Their lives completely diverged.

In the five years since, she had become a housewife while he had risen to stardom, becoming a national sensation.

If she had sought help from Vivian, her husband would undoubtedly find out about her divorce, and Leonardo would inevitably hear about it too.

Laurent didn’t want Leonardo to know she was getting divorced.

When she got married, the day before her wedding, she received a text from him:

"I’m waiting for the day you’re unhappy and divorced."

He claimed it was his "wedding blessing." Who sends a blessing like that?

Laurent didn’t want Leonardo to know about her failed marriage, especially since his words from five years ago had come true. She felt utterly humiliated.

Moreover, when she received that so-called blessing, she had been furious and immediately blocked him. Though he tried to reach out to her through other means a few times afterward, she ignored him completely.

At that time, she had been overjoyed to marry Dave, with her heart and mind completely consumed by him. She thought of nothing else but how to please him. Leonardo had no place in her thoughts, let alone her life.

Leonardo eventually stopped reaching out, and their connection was severed completely. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Looking back now, she realized that perhaps everyone had foreseen her marriage ending in divorce—everyone except her. She had foolishly and naively rushed into it, believing she could somehow win Dave over with her devotion.

At nine o’clock sharp, Laurent stood waiting at the entrance.

Spring was in full bloom, and she wore a simple, comfortable outfit: jeans, a striped T-shirt, and white sneakers. She had put on light makeup, with a touch of rosy lipstick that brightened her entire appearance.

Dressed so refreshingly casual, and being naturally quite attractive, Laurent inevitably caught the attention of a few passersby.

This effortless, relaxed style had once been Laurent’s favorite way of dressing—before she met Dave. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had dressed so freely. After meeting Dave, all her preferences began to revolve around his tastes. From her wardrobe to her food, from where she lived to how she behaved, she unconsciously changed everything about herself to please him.

In the end, she became someone even she couldn’t recognize—a stranger to herself.

Today, she chose this outfit as a statement, hoping that after the divorce, she could rediscover herself—the cheerful, lively, and bright Laurent she used to be.

By now, it was past nine, and Dave still hadn’t arrived. Laurent pulled out her phone to call him.

How infuriating! He had made her wait when they got married, and now he was making her wait to finalize the divorce!

She thought back to the day they registered their marriage. The appointment had also been at nine.

Afraid of traffic delays, she had arrived by 8:30, nervous and eager as she waited for him.

But ten o’clock came, and he still hadn’t shown up. Only then did she muster the courage to call and check.

When he finally answered, his response to her reminder about their marriage registration left her stunned:

"Register? Oh, sorry, I forgot. I’ll head over now."

At the time, her heart had been crushed. She was deeply hurt and furious.

Something as significant as getting married, and he had *forgotten*.

She, on the other hand, had shown up enthusiastically at 8:30, foolishly waiting for him. Yet all he offered was a casual "I forgot."

In the photo on their marriage certificate, her smile was forced and far from happy. But she endured it. She swallowed her grievances, her sorrow, and the urge to cry.

Without a shoulder to lean on, how could she have cried?

Looking back now, she felt utterly foolish—foolish for not getting angry, not questioning him, not expressing her frustration.

At that time, all she had done was try to please him. She feared his anger, feared making him unhappy. So even when she felt hurt, she never confided in him, never let him see her pain, bearing it all alone.

Her persistent enthusiasm clashing with his constant coldness—this outcome of parting ways had always been inevitable.

After all, she wasn’t made of steel. She wasn’t invincible. She was a delicate, sensitive woman, someone who longed to be loved and cherished.