Indecent Marriage

　　In the shadowy light, his seemingly decisive back faltered, his hands trembled violently, he turned his head and stared at me, revealing a glint of determination in his eyes. 　　“What are you talking about? Say it again!” His eyes were as cold as ice as he slowly walked toward me. 　　“Divorce,” I said as straightened my back, but I couldn\'t control my emotions anymore. 　　I yelled out loudly, “Divorce, Xavier, I want to divorce you. I\'m fed up with such days when you act like an inferior widow. I want to live my own life!” 　　“Widow? You really are naive!” he sneered, pinching my chin fiercely. His pupils were filled with burning torment. “Yasmin, let me tell you this, you can never get rid of me in your life. I want you to live forever in the shadow of Rachelle until you die. You can\'t die before me, and even when I die first, I will force you to attend my funeral, do you understand?” 　　The door slammed shut, and my body slid weakly against the wall

　　My face was pale with drops of cold sweat on my forehead. I painfully cried for help, “My stomach hurts, Xavier, husband, please, please take me to the hospital?” 　　I heard the exclamation and commotion of the bystanders. Then I was picked up by someone. I was firmly held in the arms of a man. The familiar breath lingered in my nose. This was the first time Xavier had hugged me. I can actually feel him in my arms. 　　“Yasmin, are you okay?” I faintly heard him ask. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw my husband’s handsome face up-close. I trembled for a while and didn\'t say a word. 　　My head was getting heavier and heavier, my vision was beginning to blur. I closed my eyes and passed out. 　　When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. 　　My mouth was very dry. I was about to pour myself some water when the door of the ward suddenly jolted open. 　　Xavier rushed in, his face evident with anger. He lifted my chin and looked at me bitterly. I raise

　　This time, the conversation broke up because I was so stressed and ended up bleeding again, so I had to go back to the hospital. 　　I pulled the quilt over me but I still felt cold all over despite the summer weather. 　　I didn\'t think that Rachelle would pay me a visit. 　　“I don\'t know why you’re dragging this divorce on,” she said as her exquisite face full of makeup burst into a cruel smile. 　　I sat up leaping forward and through gritted teeth, I said, “What\'s the point? If I don\'t leave for a day, then you will always be a mistress.” 　　“Do you think I care about this?” Rachelle sneered and raised her eyebrows, almost overflowing with pride. “Yasmin, the one he truly loves is the mistress. If I really cared about being called such names, then I wouldn’t have robbed the man you had a crush on seven years ago, I wouldn’t have given him to you three years ago, and I never would have come back to fight with you now. Don’t you get it?” 　　“You

　　The divorce process was very fast, just like the unsentimental receipt of our marriage certificate back then. I felt a sense of sorrow with the freshly released divorce certificate in my hand, but my emotions were quickly extinguished by Xavier\'s silence. 　　“I hope you don\'t regret it,” I said, holding the divorce certificate in my hand. 　　I looked at him with dead eyes, and flatly said, “I wish you and your next wife a hundred years of harmony and loneliness.” 　　Xavier frowned, “You want to die, don\'t you? Just because we’re already divorced doesn’t mean I can’t do anything to you anymore.” 　　I ignored him and walked out. 　　The moment I got into the taxi, I couldn\'t help but look back at him, the smile I had been holding on for a long time slowly disappeared. 　　I loved him for seven years, four years of unrequited love and three years of marriage. He became a piece of my heart, but it has slowly deteriorated and rotted. How can I get rid

　　This time, it took Xavier three times before letting me go. At the end, we were both panting. 　　In the past, Xavier would leave when he was done with me. No matter how late he was, he would not stay overnight. But tonight, he stayed and drank alcohol until he passed out. 　　He was lying in bed, his eyes closed as he kept muttering, “Child, child, give me a child…” 　　I was sitting curled up against the wall, listening to his soft voice. I felt very uncomfortable. 　　I didn\'t know he was so obsessed with having a child. I suddenly thought about the baby I have lost, and pain swept through me. 　　“Xavier,” I called out his name softly, but he didn\'t budge even after three calls. I concluded that he was asleep, so I took his hand and stroked it on my stomach. “There really was a child here. If he was still alive, I would’ve been pregnant for more than three months now.” 　　I sighed and said helplessly, “I don\'t know why you regret it. But I’m afra