(a)

A man must eat a peck of salt with his friend before he knows him.

My husband and I became more and more unfriendly after marriage, and his attitude towards me became more and more cold and rude.

When I decided to divorce, I was actually pregnant. But given that the relationship between us is already very estranged, I did not tell him the news immediately.

I didn't tell my father either.

Although my husband and I have notarized the division of property, if we have a child between us, then this child will definitely involve the issue of inheritance, which will have a substantial impact on the group's property.

I didn't want my father to do anything new without knowing me.

In an unhappy marriage, which is already very frustrating and tormenting, I don't want any more lace news to happen, causing the gossip media to exaggerate and make all kinds of unreasonable conjectures.

Last month there was a high-level international equestrian competition, and we usually both participate in this kind of important event.

But because I knew I was pregnant, I found some excuses and didn't go to the game, I just accompanied my husband and watched him compete in various venues from the stands. This has already caused a lot of speculation among gossip reporters.

Whether we were in and out of the hotel or socializing during the event, the paparazzi were shooting frantically at my stomach and waist, and the flash was so dazzling that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

I am disgusted by this situation, but it is understandable that I am the only daughter of my father and the only heir to my property, and this child will be the first direct heir to my property.

This is a trillion-dollar transfer of assets, and it is impossible not to attract worldwide attention.

I was worried that the paparazzi's persistent chase would alert my husband and make him notice my belly, but in those days he had a good result in competitions, and he was sought after by many beautiful fans, and his heart was triumphant, and his mind was completely out of me, and he didn't pay much attention to this, since I was 16 years old, the paparazzi would guess whether I was pregnant every month, and it had become commonplace.

The competition was finally over and my husband got three gold medals and one silver medal for the tournament, as well as a big prize money.

That night we attended a cocktail party for all the contestants, and my husband had a good drink at the reception, and he was a little drunk.

After the reception, we returned to the hotel.

When I finished bathing and changed my pajamas in the bedroom, he stumbled up in his pajamas, squinting his eyes and looking at my unfastened strap.

I warily pulled on my outer garment.

He walked over and snorted alcohol and tried to get his hand down my chest.

I reached out to block him.

He came forward again, and I dodged him again. I said, "Okay, I'm too tired today, let's go another day." ”

He stared straight at my chest and said, "What do you mean?" Aren't you my wife? ”

I said, "I'm really tired today. Even if you're a husband and wife, you have to take care of each other a little bit, don't you? ”

He snorted from his nostrils.

I tensed up, and I felt an urge to use it strongly.

I stood up, stepped back a little, and moved a little farther away from him.

He obviously struggled internally, but for some reason, he decided to give up on using force. He looked at me for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Okay. Let's sleep together. ”

(b)

We woke up in the same bed that morning, but we each had our backs to each other.

When he turned on all the lights in his bedroom at six o'clock in the morning, got up from bed with great movement, and went into the bathroom to put the water in the bathtub with a loud bang, I restrained myself from a night of insomnia and dizziness and nausea and opened my eyes in the bright light.

I said to the bathroom, "Can you go to the bathroom farther away?" ”

I said it twice, but I didn't hear any movement.

Reluctantly, I got up, walked to the door of the bathroom, and spoke to him aloud a third time.

He looked at me indifferently and said, "I like to use this bathroom." Go sleep in another room by yourself. ”

I gave him a look of disgust, and I turned to leave.

At that moment, he rushed from the bathroom wet and grabbed my arm.

He gripped my arm tightly.

He looked at my face and said to me, "I formally warn you: you are not allowed to look at me like this in the future." You are not allowed to look at me like that again. ”

He said, "Whatever your damn dad asked me to do, I did for your family." I don't owe you anything. I don't allow my wife to look at me like that in my own home. ”

He said, "Don't think that if you marry me, you will be a special gift to me. If you don't sleep with me, I'll put up with you, don't find fault and argue with me again. ”

He said, "Don't be like a madwoman who argues with me for nothing!" ”

He said, "I'm not going to be as crazy as you. Your family has crazy traditions. ”

He said, "Listen, woman, I've done everything I can do for you, and I'm not going to do any more." ”

He said, "I knew you regretted marrying me now." I'm telling you now, you're not alone in regret. Everyone knows that you are not a lady, and before you married me, you were also a famous person! ”

He threw my arm away, and he said, "Now, shut your mouth, woman! With your ugly dark circles and those tears of yours, get out of here! ”

"The hotel suites are so big, you can just get out and sleep somewhere," he said. ”

(c)

In fact, there is nothing particularly sad about this incident in retrospect, but at the time, I felt very angry, especially when he said that I was "as good as a man" before I married him, and that our family had a "crazy tradition". I can't stand it.

Perhaps, I can't stand him for a long time. His move was just the last straw that led to the collapse of the relationship.

The second week after we returned from Raceland, I moved out of our common house and appointed a lawyer to send him a lawyer's letter asking for a divorce.

Three weeks later, we announced our divorce by mutual agreement.

The delay of three weeks was due to the difficult negotiation of the terms of the divorce between our law firms and accounting firms.

I ended the marriage with £20 million, 6 real estate, 1 private horse farm in the Alps.

After the divorce agreement was signed, our lace news once again dominated the covers and headlines of various gossip media around the world.

My father called me and said nothing but a few words to me: "You handled this matter too casually and at a high cost, that bastard is not worth that much money." ”

He said: "Your attitude towards marriage has deeply disappointed both your mother and me. ”

After he said this, he hung up the phone.

I stood there with the phone in my hand, filled with indescribable mixed feelings.

(iv)

I haven't seen my ex-husband since I moved out of the house.

After filing for divorce and having the divorce agreement signed by both parties' lawyers, I noticed that I had slight but continuous bleeding.

After many twists and turns, I finally got rid of the hordes of reporters who were frantically chasing the news of my divorce and flew to a country in the middle of the mountains, in a very expensive private maternity home, very secretly raising a baby.

However, perhaps because of the mood swings caused by the divorce and the mental and physical fatigue exacerbated by the 24-hour tracking of the paparazzi, the fetus in my womb was not saved as expected.

I had a miscarriage alone in this maternity hospital.

As I watched the blood stain the sheets, I couldn't help but tear up my eyes, soaking the pillow.

When I lived in that maternity home, I was kept secret and no one ever visited.

Everyone thought I was avoiding the media and wanted to be in a clear mood, but no one thought that I was pregnant, and no one thought that I had a miscarriage here alone.

I was lying alone in my hospital bed, accompanied by a strange nurse, and I saw the TV, the newspapers, and the Internet all the buzz about my divorce.

The whole world was buzzing about my failed marriage.

They were elated and talked about it everywhere.

I felt bitterly cold, as if I was in the dark night of minus 400 degrees Celsius on the surface of some distant and desolate star.

At that time, money was the only thing that could help me and make me feel a little warm.

It was at that moment that I understood the father of my life.

For this, I've loved money all my life.

I like money as much as I like a friend.

In my past life, my marriage was not a successful one. But it was far from the worst marriage I've ever had.