My Ex-husband Begged Me to Get Back Together

"Let's get a divorce." Elliott Bright's tone was cold as he handed over a document. After glancing through it, Laura Myrin looked up at Elliott and Molly Gable in front of her. Her eyes were cold. It turned out that her husband, Elliott, had been absent for two days not because of work, but to celebrate his first love Molly's birthday. That ridiculous tabloid news was true. Laura felt as if her face had been slapped hard several times, burning with pain. "After being Mrs. Bright for so long, enjoying all the glory, you should be content." Elliott's voice was deep and cold as ice. Content? Elliott was blinded by someone for three years. During this period, she wholeheartedly took care of him, even willing to harm herself to find a cure. And then he wanted to divorce her. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you thought it over?" She had always been strong, but she was humble in front of him like a pile of mud casually trampled on. Before Elliott could respond, Molly had taken Elliott's arm and smiled brightly, "Laura, you have worked hard to accompany Elliott all these years. I will make Elliott compensate you." Elliott seemed to be seriously considering these suggestions, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Thirty million dollars." Laura felt it was ridiculous. As the sole heir of the Bright family, Elliott had no shortage of money. To him, this thirty million dollars was just the money spent on a few shopping trips, but to others, it was a lifetime of wealth. It was truly ironic. Figuring that she found the amount insufficient, Elliott's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and his voice lowered, "You name a number." Laura smiled, "The care and affection I have shown you in these three years cannot be measured in money." She took a deep breath, trying to appear carefree, "I don't want any of your money." She sneered inwardly, her gaze slightly trembling, as she took the document and signed it. At that moment, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Molly smiled contentedly, but the smile quickly faded, replaced by sympathy and innocence in her eyes. She asked, "Laura, do you have a place to stay? You can stay here today." She paused, deliberately adding, "But tonight, Elliott and I will also be staying here." After speaking, she casually adjusted her collar, revealing prominently visible kiss marks underneath. "I hope we won't disturb you." Laura narrowed her eyes and felt that the past few years had been nothing but a joke. So they had already slept together. At that moment, she felt like a clown. She didn't have any feelings for him anymore. Elliott coldly snorted, his deep and pleasing voice devoid of any warmth, "Stop staring at me like that. Do you want me to be chaste for your sake?" Laura could no longer bear it, grabbed the cup beside him, and splashed the water fiercely, catching the two in front of him off guard with the icy water splashing on their faces. "Laura?" Molly exclaimed in shock, water droplets dripping down her hair. She widened her eyes, looking at Laura in disbelief, "Even if you are angry, you shouldn't do this to us." Elliott's face darkened, water dripping down his chin, wetting his white shirt. Even in such a disheveled state, he couldn't hide his innate nobility and elegance. Laura usually endured everything, as gently as a cat. How dare she splash water on him now? With a crisp sound, Laura quickly returned the cup to its place and said, "The education I received is when actions can solve the problem, do not use words." Her cold and mocking words, her eyes full of ridicule towards the two, she said, "You are so dirty, so you need to wash up." "Laura, we have treated you with utmost benevolence, what else do you want?" To their surprise, as soon as she finished speaking, Laura suddenly stepped forward, unceremoniously grabbing her hair, followed by a heavy slap across her face. A loud and crisp "smack" could be heard, showing the severity of the blow.