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.

like me,” Devin said self-deprecatingly. “Let me drive

wanting to say something but couldn’t find the

home, the car was filled with

Devin and felt guilty for

Devin just wanted to

done anything

sorry for what I did tonight. Good night.” This was the first time he hadn’t exited the car

to say something,

fine as it was. After all,

of the car, umbrella in hand. She pulled on her coat subconsciously as the wind blew cold around

as she pulled, she realized that she was wearing Devin’s

return it to Devin, but he had already driven

the retreating car and smiled. “Is he giving

that Devin, a playboy who had spent so