Chapter 8

　　The divorce process was very fast, just like the unsentimental receipt of our marriage certificate back then. I felt a sense of sorrow with the freshly released divorce certificate in my hand, but my emotions were quickly extinguished by Xavier's silence. 　　“I hope you don't regret it,” I said, holding the divorce certificate in my hand. 　　I looked at him with dead eyes, and flatly said, “I wish you and your next wife a hundred years of harmony and loneliness.” 　　Xavier frowned, “You want to die, don't you? Just because we’re already divorced doesn’t mean I can’t do anything to you anymore.” 　　I ignored him and walked out. 　　The moment I got into the taxi, I couldn't help but look back at him, the smile I had been holding on for a long time slowly disappeared. 　　I loved him for seven years, four years of unrequited love and three years of marriage. He became a piece of my heart, but it has slowly deteriorated and rotted. How can I get rid of