I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

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I had a terrible dream.

At that time, I thought I didn’t want to get sick anymore because I was tired of crying.

“Are we really a couple?”

“Of course, Lulu.”

The beautiful face with a smile stuck with me like rain.

“Why are you crying again? Huh?”

This guy was almost like a wall.
A wall that had hardened enough and cannot be broken.

Now I don’t know if it’s affection or something else beyond a transparent smile.

Gerald was someone who would not understand no matter what I said.
It might be because he couldn’t understand human words like a mysterious creature.
Maybe he’s really born with unicorn veins?

I gazed at him with a look that was already giving up.

“Why do you think I’m crying?”

It hits, breaks, and collapses.
Even after countless repetitions, he didn’t change anything, and he flexibly escaped the trap I made for him.

When I burst into tears and see him soothe me with an impatient face, it seems that he has a certain emotional convenience for me.

“Please, don’t cry.”

What is this man’s heartless way of holding me in his arms and comforting me but not even sharing one kiss with me?

“.
.
.
Are you seeing another girl?”

Maybe he was just very, very careful that I couldn’t catch him with another woman?

Gerald’s expression hardened at my question.

“There’s no way I would do that to you.
You’re the only one in my life, Lulu.
Shhh .
.
.
Don’t cry.”

“I wish you’d rather meet another girl .
.
.”

Then I should’ve given up.
You only want me to keep on leaning on you.

Why do you keep .
.
.

Soft lips touched my forehead.
I opened my eyes and met gazes with the feather-like lips that carefully touched my forehead.

“Lulu.
I’m sorry.
Don’t cry.
I’m really sorry.”

You don’t even know what you did wrong.

He looked at me with a gaze as if I was the most precious thing in the world.
He always stayed by my side and acted as if that was all.

And a week after that day, I told him about the divorce.

He deceived and turned away from me with kindness.
I learned from him that being friendly does not equate to being a good husband.

He was friendly.
He cherished me and was a faithful husband.

But he made me miserable and destroyed my pride as a woman.

In addition, he wasn’t around the moment I needed him.

“Let’s be divorced.”

I thought I could no longer be happy next to him, so I came to a conclusion after a long struggle.