My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 125: Eight o’clock, I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Eight o’clock, I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Chloe, I know. You must be in so much pain right now. And I know the two of you have been together for five years. Such a long time—breaking up must be incredibly hard."

"If it hurts, then just cry. Cry your heart out. Let all the pain, all the reluctance, all the sadness out. Once you let it out, it will feel better."

Emily Sterling finished speaking and pulled Chloe Simpson into her arms, gently patting her back.

"Wah... ah... wah..."

Chloe finally couldn’t hold back anymore and broke down into hysterical sobs in Emily’s arms.

"It’s okay, sweetheart. You might feel like your pain is unbearable now, but it will pass. Time is the greatest remedy—it heals everything."

Emily continued to stroke Chloe’s head, comforting her.

No one knew how long Chloe cried, but she cried until her voice was hoarse, unable to make any sound, before she finally stopped.

"Chloe, stay over tonight and sleep with Mom. It’s been a long time since you’ve shared the bed with me."

Emily looked at Chloe, her eyes swollen and red, and suggested.

"...No, Mom. I feel much better after crying. I’m fine now. Besides, I’m grown up. I’m not a child anymore; I need to face these things on my own."

"Mom, I want to go back for a while—to pack up my things or maybe just stay a few more days. After all, it’s the home Lucas and I built together, the one we dreamed of creating with all our hearts."

Chloe forced a smile.

She didn’t want her mom to worry about her.

Besides, the matters between her and Lucas had to be confronted eventually.

There was also their marital home—the renovation alone had taken over a year.

Nearly everything in it had been decorated by her own hands, and she couldn’t help but feel reluctant to part with it.

Chloe knew the reason she and Lucas had reached this point was entirely because of her mistake on their wedding night.

It was her fault. If anyone had to leave with nothing, it should be her.

Still, she had barely lived in that home—it was hard to let go.

Before the divorce, before she moved out completely, she really wanted to spend a few more nights there.

"Alright. Since you’ve made up your mind, then go ahead. But Chloe, remember: no matter what happens, Mom will always be here for you."

Emily, though a little concerned, chose to respect her daughter’s decision.

"Mm, I’ll remember, Mom."

Chloe nodded, then left.

But instead of taking a cab back, Chloe walked the whole way to the marital home she’d shared with Lucas.

By the time she arrived, it was already midnight.

She opened the door, turned on the lights, and slowly closed the door behind her.

Step by step, she walked inside, her gaze moving slowly, taking in every inch of the home.

From the shoe cabinet at the entryway, to the living room, the sofa, the coffee table, the TV stand, the TV, the chairs—even the small green plant—and the ornament on the table, she touched each item carefully.

Then, she wandered into the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom—step by step, and room by room, she traced her fingers across everything in the home, upstairs and downstairs.

In her mind, memories of her time with Lucas played out like a movie.

"Lucas, this is wonderful. We finally have a home."

"Lucas, I love the countryside style—a design where people and nature harmoniously blend. When we decorate our living room, we must put a big green plant there."

"And also, I love green; I think it represents hope. Let’s use a lot of this color throughout our home."

"Oh, oh, and I love open kitchens. That way, when I’m cooking, I can see you reading in the living room."

From the day they bought the house, to the excitement of planning, and then to every little detail of the renovation—those memories felt as fresh as yesterday.

But now, they were on the brink of divorce.

Ha—her heart—it hurt so much it didn’t even feel like her own anymore.

That night, Chloe lost track of how many times she walked back and forth in the home.

Nor did she remember how she eventually fell asleep, but the next morning she woke up on the sofa.

She looked at the clock: it was 7:00 AM.

The Civil Affairs Bureau would open at 8:00 AM—there was just one hour left.

Chloe clenched her phone in her hand, took one last look around their home, and her eyes began to fill with tears again.

She covered her eyes, forcing the tears back.

Then, she picked up her phone to call the hospital and request the day off, before sending Lucas a message on WeChat.

[Lucas, 8 o’clock—I’ll wait for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau.]