Chapter 3Ten Years of Going Our Separate Ways in Marriage: His Regret Kicked In When I Asked for Divorce

It was rare to see such a blank expression on Jack's face.

After a moment, his expression finally darkened.

"Rachel, I've already said Olivia won't affect your position.

There's no need to be so stubborn about this."

He still didn't believe me.

I almost wanted to laugh bitterly.

"How about this - you can have a larger share of the assets. The villa in Australia can be yours too.

My side is in a rush, so let's consider it compensation for emotional damages."

Jack stared at me for a while, as if trying to determine if I was really serious this time.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly inscrutable.

"Is it that young guy who drove you home last time?"

I nodded.

Ethan had dropped me off at home once and Jack had seen him.

Ethan had even smiled and greeted Jack, calling him "sir".

At the time, Jack's expression had been a bit stiff, but he hadn't said anything.

After all, the open relationship had been his idea in the first place. He had been actively living that way for years, so he really had no right to object.

Thinking of Ethan, I couldn't help but smile.

Today at the beach, he had taken out a ring.

The diamond was at least one carat.

But compared to my other jewelry, it was actually quite modest in size.

I thought it might be fake and didn't pay much attention.

But he knelt down in front of me very seriously:

"The ring is a bit small, please don't mind. I bought it with money from my part-time job. I was going to save up more, but I just couldn't wait any longer.

Rachel, divorce him and marry me."

Most proposals are "Will you marry me?"

But he came right out with "Divorce your husband and marry me."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was about to brush it off casually when Ethan grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.

The sea breeze carried a crisp, moist scent. His black hair was plastered to his fair forehead with sweat, his eyes shining with pure light that reflected my entire being.

The young man's love burned fiercely like a fire, heedless of time or place, with the courage to consume everything.

In that moment, I was suddenly infected by his courage too.

A voice appeared in my heart.

It was my own voice.

I'm already 29. I've been entangled with Jack for 9 years.

How many more 9-year periods do I have left in my life?

Am I going to keep living like this for the next few decades?

The wind howled past, waves crashing against the rocks on shore, spraying snow-white foam.

After a long while, I heard my own voice.

"Okay."