Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Devin smiled and ran his hand over Becky’s head as if coaxing a child. “Don’t be angry. What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”

Becky glanced at him but didn’t say anything. After a while, she softened a little as she replied, “No, thanks. I don’t want anything.”

Devin grabbed her hand and before Becky could react, he guided it to slap himself across the face.

The sound attracted people’s attention.

Becky stood there, shocked. When she recovered, she quickly withdrew her hand and demanded, “What are you doing, Devin?”

“Aren’t you unhappy? You are free to vent your anger whenever you feel this way. Don’t hold back.”

Devin paused before continuing, “It might not be convenient for you to vent your anger on Rory when he makes you upset, but you are free to show your emotions in front of me and scold me when I do something wrong.”

Devin had a cool smile on his face as he said this. He somehow looked pitiful.

Becky looked at him and his expression reminded her of what had happened over those three years. She felt sorry and made to apologize. “I am sorry, but I wasn’t angry.”

She was just tired.

just don’t like me,” Devin said self-deprecatingly. “Let me drive

at him, wanting to say something but couldn’t find the

way home, the car

look at Devin and felt

that Devin just wanted to

hadn’t done anything

“I’m sorry for what I did tonight. Good night.” This was the first

wanted to say something,

was. After

car, umbrella in hand. She pulled

she pulled, she realized that she was wearing

to Devin, but he had

and smiled. “Is he

that Devin, a playboy who had spent so much time and effort pursuing her, gave