Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

"Cathy, you can't borrow it!" Marian Johnson was very determined, "the bank will not lend you money, you don't have a house to sell and the friends around you are as poor as you. Two million dollars, how do you get?"

"Do you think Tyrone cares about your feeling? You are aware of it yourself. If he cares about you, he has been married you for so many years, but has not taken you to the company's colleagues. “

Marian Johnson smiled and continued: "It is ridiculous to say that I have been in the company for more than a year, but everyone does not know that Tyrone is married. Isn't that a joke?"

It was this simple sentence that struck deeply into her heart.

Ridiculous, of course.

Since she married Tyrone Raman was a joke, no wedding, only a marriage certificate and his contract, but she even married.

"Cathy, don't be foolish." Marian stepped forward two steps, looking down with arrogant attitude: "Tyrone does not love you, and there's a big gap between you and him" Cathy looked up to Marian: "When did you live together?"

Marian Johnson didn't expect Cathy to ask this question, but she didn't say anything, as if she wanted to push everything to Cathy and see what she thought.

Cathy Lawson smiled and probably understood it. She took out the check held by Marian and folded it.

Repeatedly folding three times and torn it, and throwing it toward Marian, her voice softly," I'll divorce him, but you keep this check yourself."

Cathy Lawson hit her with her shoulder and strode away.

Even if Marian had a good education, she was still stunned and shouted at Cathy: "You really don't know what is good for yourself!"

Cathy ignored it.

After she sent her mother back home, the lawyer called and asked her if the money was raised. The trial would open in a few days. Cathy certainly promised to raise money as soon as possible and sighed as hang up the phone.

Cathy really regret, she should not tear the check. Anyway, Tyrone and she were separated from each other. It's not bad to take her two million dollars.

Her mother asked carefully: "Is the lawyer urging you?"

"It's OK, I can solve it." Cathy Lawson smiled and let her mother relax. "You help me pack my clothes. I go out to buy food and come back to cook for you, okay?"

"Cathy, you don't have to be too embarrassed. If there is really no way to solve it. Your dad is staying in jail for a few more years, but you're the only daughter I have, and I don't want you to have a hard life." "Mom, don't worry about me."

Cathy Lawson repeatedly promised that she would not do anything stupid, and this calmed her mother.

After went out, she took out a business card from the pocket, dialed a number with the mobile phone: "Matt, do you have time now?"

Cathy Lawson went to the appointed cafe less than ten minutes, Matt Spenser also came.

He had a delicate little girl in his arms, about four or five years old, soft and particularly cute.

After he sat down, he smiled helplessly and said, "Sorry, Mila was a little upset in the afternoon. I went to the kindergarten to pick her up. There was a traffic jam on the way."

"It's OK." Cathy looked at the little girl, "your daughter is very cute."

The girl seemed to be a little afraid of strangers, and was hiding in his arms. When he told her to call Cathy, she also twisted and refused. She only looked at Cathy with her round eyes. Cathy looked at the girl, a little envious.

After she married Tyrone Raman, every time she saw someone holding a child in hand, she was especially envious, and then she racked her brains to find a way, such as poke a hole in the condom, or seduce Tyrone after he drank, trying to have a child accidentally.

Tyrone Raman was shrewder than she had ever imagined. He uncovered as many things as she did and told her to stop doing foolish things. He said that he would not want a child within four years. No kids for four years. They would divorced after four years.