Chapter 7: Tom, can we come to your house today?

"Demi, what time is it? Why don't you call me?" He sat up; the voice that had just woken up was a bit hoarse, but after waiting a long time, no one still answered.

"Demi." He called again, an unhappy look on his face. It wasn't until he stood up, the crumpled paper on the table stopped at the bottom of his eyes, that his body trembled a little. He forgot he was divorced; the girl named Demi Moore was now only his previous wife; of course, he couldn't appear in this.

He discovers that his life is beginning to fall into disarray. He entered the room. Still, a mess on the bed, squinting his eyes, his heart suddenly felt highly uncomfortable; the other day, they made love right here; Demi Moore saw him with her own eyes, betraying her, betrayal too dirty.

"Damned." For that incident, he still feels highly regretful to this day; if he knew that she would suddenly enter, he would not bring Mary Wickes here; if he knew that she would suddenly return, he would not let her see things like that