What Happened On February 14...

Standing in front of the stairs, Ford raised his jaw slightly, his tense face as cold as frost, appearing to be so unapproachable.

He should be very happy to get rid of such a burden as her.

She had just tried her best to calm herself down and cheered herself up over and over again.

As long as she said it first, she wouldn't be counted as being abandoned.

This time, she was the one who gave up first.

Give up, one sided love.

Give up, stubbornness.

Give up memories of him.

It turned out that she could also do very well. She had protected herself.

"I'll take you back." Ford said indifferently.

Julia shook her head, "No need, I'll take the subway back."

She put the divorce certificate in her coat pocket and clenched her fingers tightly to remind herself that this man was no longer her husband.

They had nothing to do with each other from then on.

Her emotions had already been vented in the middle of the night. She was no longer the person who favored love—is—all wholeheartedly.

Beneath her feet was the familiar stairs, but her state of mind was completely different.

She did not expect that the resulting high fever had not stopped her stupidity.

Back then, they had secretly obtained their certificate on February 18th, and when Ford brought her to the Ainsworth family to worship their ancestors in July, he announced that they had obtained their certificate on the spot.

The old Ainsworth was instantly enraged, blaming Ford for handling such a big matter rashly. Old Ainsworth and her mother Gloria, called her to the study to sign the agreement that if she wasn't able to give birth to a child for two years, they would divorce.

Now, she had finally jumped out of this pit and no longer needed to be panicked or uneasy.

She wondered how she could say goodbye to her foolish past.

Julia thought for a moment and said, "Do you still remember the day when we first got the certificate?"

Ford took a look at her and said, "Yes, February 18."

She replied, "It's February 14."

The air seemed to paused for a moment.

Julia sneered, "We didn't get it that day, but..."

She pointed at the steps underneath her feet and continued, "I've been waiting for you all night. It rained heavily that night. In the morning, I fainted from a fever and was sent to the hospital. I had a temperature all day."

Julia said lightly, trying her best to be a qualified ex.

Ford pursed the corners of his lips, unable to utter a single word.

Of course he remembered the 14th of February that year.

Not only did he remember it, he also remembered it very clearly.

That night, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside the window. It rained so heavily, and she had actually waited in the rain all night.

That night was also a night of torment for him. He knelt in the cold ancestral hall all night, eager for the news about his mother.

However, he never imagined how she would feel when she sat here all night waiting for him.

He suddenly felt a little afraid and unwilling to think about it...

Ford looked at her with his eyebrows knitted, as if a Faint of emotion was about to burst out.

She looked back at him quietly.

Her pair of watery and sentimental eyes were curved and incomparably beautiful.

However, there was not a single touch of sadness. Then he heard her speak.

"Ford, I don't regret loving you."

"Those stupid things happened to teach me how to live."

"We are to separate, and we don't have to look back."

"I'll go first, this time."

Goodbye, the youth who had made her fall in love at first sight.

Her words were simple and clear, but he felt as if a knife cut through his heart, leaving him at a loss.

Julia turned around and left, determined and calm.

In fact, before Ford came, he had already made up his mind. Since she wanted to divorce, it would be as she wished. Although he had never tried, he wanted to respond to what she had said in the video call, so that she could feel his courting and make up for his regrets.

As a successful businessman, coupled with the fact that he had been an outstanding person since childhood, he was brimming over with self—confidence. He believed that she still loved him, and that he would definitely be able to chase her back.

But at this moment, he looked at her back that revealed her great determination.

For the first time, he questioned his own ideas.

Guilt overwhelmed him. He had never been so panicked that he couldn't control it.

Her hair was fluttering in the autumn wind, her back straight, confident, and beautiful.

Ford didn't seem to understand her anymore. She had always hidden her feelings well, always shone brightly in front of him, and always pretended to be strong.

Now, it was as if an invisible hand had fiercely grabbed onto his heart, causing him to feel so much pain.

He gave up his thought that she still had some feelings for him. Maybe she already let go of them.

He raised his foot and chased after her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her toward him.

Julia was caught off guard and was pulled back two steps. Her hand almost touched his chest. She knitted her eyebrows and looked at him calmly with a cold face.

"It's not like that."

Julia stared at him in silence, with no expression.

Ford's expression did not look good. He paused and said with difficulty, "This will not happen again, I swear."

Julia wondered is she had misheard him.

Once in a blue moon, she actually heard Ford, a proud and cold person say this.

But so what?

Those hidden bad memories lurked deep in her heart, so how could they be easily forgotten?

In the past, she was like a cactus that wasn't afraid of the wind and rain.

She fell to her feet and stood up by herself. Without revealing her fragility, she stubbornly coated herself with thorns all over her body, pretending to be strong.

But now, she hoped that she could be as elegant as the moon, raise her head high, and never lower her head for anyone.

She pulled back her wrist slightly and rubbed it. "Do you think what I told you was out of resentment? Or to attract your attention?" She said self—mockingly.

As soon as she said this, Ford's face turned ashen and he didn't say a word.

She shook her head and said in a cold voice, "I can speak calmly now because I don't care about your feelings anymore."

There were some things that were boring to talk about.

She has learned to say goodbye to her past silly self.

Don't care?

Ford's eyes were drooping, and his delicate face showed a trace of anger.

It is said that men are unfaithful in love, but women are not an exception. They can be even worse.

"No feelings? When we kissed, I felt that we were in perfect harmony." He retorted with a grim expression.

Ford was still conceited. His good background and extraordinary appearance that the heavens had bestowed on him was his capital to be conceited.

Facing such an outstanding man, even a woman would felt green with envy.

As for Julia, she was also attracted by his cold beautiful face and was infatuated with him then.

When you love someone deeply, you can forget about yourself, but the other party won't.

He was always the god who ruled over others from above.

Julia replied, "President Ainsworth, how do you know that I don't fit in with others?"

Seeing his face instantly turn pale, she felt happy and continued, "Besides, having had such a handsome husband, I'm not at a disadvantage."

It proved again that Julia had a razor—sharp tongue.

Ford was clearly furious, and his delicate white face was badly gloomy.

He was not a righteous gentleman, and he also had a different side.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to hold back. Excessive self—restraint would only drive people extremely crazy.