Ophelia walked into the hotel despite herself. She pushed open the door, her mind going blank for a
moment as she saw the tall figure standing by the bed. She felt as if a generation had passed since
she had last seen him.
Standing in the doorway, Ophelia was afraid that their good old days were gone forever once she went
in. She stared blankly at Zachariah’s back with mixed emotions in her eyes.
During this five-year marriage, their relationship went from strangeness, to indifference, to
estrangement and finally to love. Ophelia had tried so hard to hide her emotions and put on a
nonchalant look all the time, but she couldn’t fool herself or conceal her true feelings about him, even
though she managed to make herself look confident and tough.
In this marriage, she was the one who lacked confidence in herself. Each of his moves pulled at her
heartstrings and caused her mood swings. She had spent countless nights weeping while watching his
face.
She always felt as if she was on thin ice in this marriage. There were so many uncertainties, which
made her anxious for all these years. Finally, he fell in love with her, but they had to break up when
they were deep in love with each other.
Ophelia stared at Zachariah for a long time before she came to her senses as he walked up to her.
Zachariah stroked her cheek, which startled her, and she flinched. He saw this and his eyes darkened.
The next moment, he reached out to seize her wrist and found her hand so cold, his face sullen. He
took her in his arms from behind and rubbed her hands, and didn’t let go until her hands turned warm.
"Ophelia, let me explain. There’s nothing between Cora and I, and I don’t know why we ended up lying
in the same bed. That’s the truth. You have to believe me. I love you," Zachariah whispered in her ear
as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
Ophelia’s eyes turned red all of a sudden. She closed her eyes and choked back her tears. When she
opened her eyes again, she shook his hands off, turned around and stared at him with determination.
"Zachariah, I’ve thought about it all night, and I think what you have for me is simply compassion. The
one you really love is Cora. Let’s get a divorce. There’s no point maintaining a loveless marriage, and
both of us would get hurt. It’s better for us to break up. Don’t worry. I want nothing but Tommy."
Zachariah’s face clouded over with anger.
"Say it again."
Ophelia looked up and fixed her eyes on his face, saying slowly after taking a deep breath, "Zachariah,
let’s get a divorce."
Zachariah scowled at her. He had assumed that Ophelia wouldn’t ask for a divorce so easily even if he
had done something wrong for real. They were so in love just a few days ago. She snuggled up to him,
telling him she loved him and would never leave him alone. He didn’t believe at all that a woman who
loved him so much would demand a divorce so soon.
Zachariah didn’t believe it, nor would he believe it. He would rather believe all this was because what
had happened yesterday was such a huge blow to her that she became upset and lost all her reason.
Zachariah took a deep breath and his tone softened. "Ophelia, you’re too upset to think straight now.
Let’s go back and get some rest. Let’s talk about it again after you get enough sleep. I don’t want to
make excuses, and I apologize for what I did last night. I’m sorry. But to err is human. Can you give me
another chance?"
Ophelia’s eyes grew misty.
If she didn’t plan to leave him while he cheated on her, she would feel sad and upset at first, but she
would finally forgive him, just because she loved him. However, her condition would get worse at any
time and she could wait no longer. The last thing she wanted was to have him see her becoming a
blind person.
"Zachariah, there’re too many problems between you and me. You still love Cora more or less, or you
wouldn’t have forgiven her again and again. There’s no point in maintaining this marriage, so let’s get a
divorce, so that your dream could come true," Ophelia said.
Zachariah turned her body around and forced her to look at him, growling, "Don’t tell me I love Cora,
because I know very clearly who I love. I won’t divorce you. You’re still mad now. Let’s talk about it
again when we calm down a few days later. Let me drive you home now. My mom is worried about us."
Ophelia bit her lower lip and repeated decisively, "Zachariah, let’s get a divorce."
Zachariah glared at the top of her head and said, "Look at me."
Ophelia hesitated for a long time before she finally raised her head.
"Look me in the eye, and tell me you want to get a divorce." Zachariah kept pushing her.
Ophelia almost forgot what she was doing as she met Zachariah’s eyes.
She took a deep breath to settle herself down, thinking to herself that she must stay calm at this
moment and couldn’t screw it up.
Finally, she plucked up the courage and was ready to say it again, but she found it too hard to start.
Zachariah’s eyes softened. Just as he was about to let her off, Ophelia said, "Zachariah, let’s get a
divorce."
Zachariah’s face darkened again. He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. Meanwhile, Ophelia felt
as if he was going to punch her in the face.
Zachariah, nevertheless, didn’t punch her, but pinned her against the wall and looked down at her, a
hint of sadness flashing across his eyes. He asked in a husky whisper, "Why?"
Ophelia looked away in a panic, afraid to meet his eyes again. What had happened yesterday cut her
deep, and it also hurt his feelings.
Both of them were hurt in this game. It was a lose-lose situation.
Zachariah lifted her chin and stared deeply into her eyes, asking, "You love me, right?"
Ophelia met his gaze and nodded, not wanting to lie to him anymore.
"Since you love me, forgive me for this once, alright?" Zachariah nuzzled her neck and asked with a
muffled choking voice.
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