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"Let's get a divorce..."

The two people in the room had just gone through a passionate encounter, and Natalie Walker's voice still held an irresistible charm in her voice as she lay weakly on the messy and luxurious bed.

With sweat-soaked strands of hair clinging to her exquisite face, a hint of desolation lingered in her expression.

She listened to the man's fumbling as he dressed silently. Recalling how Cedric Johnson had initiated this act while being highly intoxicated, Natalie felt her stomach churn in disgust.

She had loved this man for ten years.

Now, there was nothing left to cherish.

Cedric paused abruptly in his actions, and he turned his cold eyes toward her.

"Divorce?"

"Yes!" Natalie said determinedly.

Having said that, she got out of bed and tried to stumble to the bathroom based on her memory of the place.

Cedric coldly stared at her for a moment. Eventually, he couldn't bear it any longer and approached her.

"I'll help you," he said as he reached out to assist her.

Natalie forcefully slapped his hand away. However, that took her remaining energy, and she fell to the ground.

"Go away. I don't want your help. You're filthy."

Just sharing the same roof with this man made her feel nauseated.

Cedric's expression darkened instantly. His outstretched hand was frozen in midair, and the air around them became even colder.

She said he was filthy?!

Bracing herself with both hands on the ground, Natalie slowly got up. She looked to be in a wretched state as she continued her search for the bathroom.

Once she reached it, she turned on the scalding hot water and repeatedly washed herself. Her fair skin quickly turned completely red from the heat and scrubbing.

She wished she could peel off every inch of skin that he had touched!

After she was done, she exited the bathroom and fumbled toward the wardrobe. She hadn't been blind for long, but she still hadn't adjusted to the pitch-black world.

She could only move forward slowly based on faint impressions.

Relying on her senses, Natalie found a piece of clothing and put it on. She fumbled around and retrieved their marriage certificate.

"Let's go. We're heading to the clerk's office right now."

Cedric clenched his fist angrily, his joints cracking loudly at the action.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he suddenly got up, strode over to the woman, and forcefully grabbed her collar.

"Natalie! How long will you keep kicking up a fuss like this? Look at yourself! If we divorce, how will you survive?"

She had nothing. A blind woman without any relatives in this vast city couldn't possibly make it!

Where did she get the courage to make this decision?!

Natalie remained surprisingly calm in the face of his anger. She gently removed Cedric's hand from her collar. Her vacant eyes resembled still waters as she shook her head with determination.

"No, anything is better as long as I'm not with you."

She suddenly chuckled and murmured, "Ten years..."

"What?"

"I've known you for ten years—seven years of dating and three years of marriage. What did I get out of it? In the end, you took my eyes to save another woman. Was that a fair enough price for you?"

That was the reality of her marriage—it was twisted and despicable. She had had enough of this man's heartlessness. Even death didn't induce despair as bad as staying with her husband.

She just wanted to leave this cage of suffering as soon as possible.

The man's demeanor turned instantly cold.

"You call that a price? If you didn't want to do it, why did you sign the consent form for the surgery in the first place?"

"Was I even given a choice?" She laughed bitterly, not even bothering to ask if he had ever regarded her as his wife.

"We're not talking about this anymore. The matter is closed. I'll pretend you didn't say those things just now."

Natalie's laughter grew even louder. His condescending tone was laughable to the extreme!

"No! I will get a divorce today!"

"Natalie!" Cedric hissed through gritted teeth.

In the end, a gust of wind brushed past her as the man walked away.

"You don't have the right to bring up divorce."

The man slammed the door behind him.

Outside the door, his hurried footsteps sounded like he was escaping.

Natalie's legs gave way. She collapsed on the ground, completely drained of strength.

All the pretenses were stripped away when she was alone.

Only her true self was left.