Michael was at a loss for words.
“Michael, we’ve been married for twelve years. I know you,” Kate said, standing up and walking over to him. “You won’t change your mind about something you’ve already decided. Since that’s the case, why shouldn’t I be more dignified and save myself some pride?”
What she said was logical, but Michael still felt that something was wrong. The Kate in front of him was too calm, too rational— not at all like the gentle, even somewhat timid wife he thought he knew.
“As for the children, as we agreed, we’ll tell them after the holidays are over,” Kate said, cutting him off. “During this period, I hope you will cooperate. At least in front of the children, we should still appear harmonious.”
“I will,” Michael promised.
Kate nodded and turned to walk toward the bedroom. After a few steps, she turned back.
“By the way, as for your parents, you explain it to them yourself,” she said. “I don’t want to hear any gossip about me from them.”
“I won’t. I’ll handle it,” Michael said.
Kate closed the bedroom door. Michael stood in the living room, not moving for a long time. He took out his phone, wanting to call Jessica, but after thinking about it, he put it down. For some reason, he didn’t want to make that call in Kate’s house.
In the guest room, Michael tossed and turned. He recalled Kate’s changes in recent months. She had started wearing makeup and dressing up, enrolled in an online course, and would occasionally go out to dinner with friends. At the time, he thought it was a good thing. It meant that Kate had her own life and wouldn’t be too dependent on him.
Now that he thought about it, these changes might have been premeditated. But he quickly dismissed the idea. How could Kate have premeditated a divorce? She was a housewife. How could she live without him?
He must be overthinking it.
The next day, it was customary to visit one’s own parents. Kate took the children back to her parents’ house. Michael used the excuse of having to work and didn’t go. This was exactly what Kate wanted. She needed some time alone with her parents to talk.
Kate’s parents lived in the older part of town. The house was not big, but it was very clean. Her father had been a factory accountant before he retired, and her mother was an elementary school teacher. They were both honest and down–to–earth people.
“Why are you alone? Where’s Michael?” her mother asked as soon as she opened the door.
“He has something to do at the office and can’t come,” Kate said, putting down the gifts. “Dad, Mom, I have something to tell you.”
Seeing her serious expression, her parents exchanged a look. They both had a bad feeling.
Kate had the two children go to the den to play and then closed the living room door.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” her mother asked anxiously.
“Michael wants a divorce,” Kate said calmly. “I’ve already signed.”
The living room went completely silent. The coffee cup in her father’s hand almost fell to the ground. Her mother’s face turned pale.
“What divorce? Why? Is he seeing someone else?” her mother finally managed.
“Yes,” Kate said. “It started three years ago. I just never said anything.”
“How is that possible?” Her mother couldn’t believe it. “Michael seems so decent.”
“Mom, people change,” Kate said, holding her mother’s hand. “Don’t get too upset. Let me finish.”
She told her parents everything— her endurance for the past three years, the process of discovering Michael’s infidelity, and the recent signing of the divorce agreement. But she concealed the part about her own preparations, only saying that she had been forced to accept it.
“That jerk,” her father said, trembling with anger. “I’ll go give him a piece of my mind.”
“Dad, don’t go.” Kate held her father back. “It’s useless. His heart is no longer in this family. Forcing him to stay is meaningless.”
“Then what about you? What about the children?” her mother said, her face streaked with tears. “You haven’t worked for so many years. How will you live after the divorce?”
“I have a plan,” Kate said. “The house is mine, and he’ll give me $100,000. I can start work after the holidays. I found a job— an accounting position paying $65,000 a year.”
Her parents were stunned. They hadn’t expected their daughter to have a plan already.
“You found a job?” her father asked.
“Yes. I signed the contract before Christmas. I start next week,” Kate said. “Dad, I’ve put all the accounting knowledge you taught me to use.”
Her father’s eyes welled up with tears. When she was young, he had wanted his daughter to study accounting, thinking it was a stable profession. But after Kate got married and became a full–time housewife, he had always regretted that she wasn’t using her skills.
“Good, good,” her father nodded repeatedly. “It’s good that you have a job. With a job, you’ll be okay.”
“But the children are with him,” Kate said in a low voice. “I’ve given up custody.”
“What?” Her mother became agitated again. “How can you give up the children? They are your flesh and blood.”
“Mom, what can I do if I don’t give them up?” Kate smiled bitterly. “I had no job, no income. Would a judge award the children to me? It’s better to be proactive and fight for better terms than to be forced to give them up in the end.”
She paused.
“And I’m only giving them up temporarily,” she said quietly. “When I get back on my feet, have a stable income, and a place to live, I’ll fight for custody again. The law allows for a change in custody.”
Her parents were silent. They knew their daughter was right, but it was hard to accept emotionally.
“You’ve been wronged, child,” her father said, patting her on the shoulder. “It’s all my fault for not being capable enough to support you.”
“Dad, don’t say that,” Kate shook her head. “This is my own choice. I’ll bear the consequences myself. All I need is your support. Don’t go and make a scene with Michael. Don’t give him any leverage.”
Her parents finally agreed. Although they felt sorry for their daughter, they also knew that making a scene would not help Kate. Society was already unfair enough to divorced women, especially to a housewife with no recent work history.
At lunch, the two children were very happy, completely unaware of the heavy conversation the adults had just had. Kate served her parents, peeled shrimp for the children, and acted as usual. Only her mother would occasionally wipe away a tear, which Kate stopped with a look.
After lunch, Kate took the children to a nearby park. The park was cold in winter, but the sun was bright. The children ran on the grass and Kate sat on a bench watching them.
“Mom, are you unhappy?” Mia ran over and hugged her legs.
“No, Mom is very happy,” Kate said, patting her daughter’s face.
“But you’re not smiling,” Mia said, frowning.
Kate forced a smile.
“How about this?” she asked.
“It’s fake,” Mia pouted. “Mom, did you and Dad have a fight?”
Children’s sensitivity is often beyond adults’ imagination. Kate’s heart tightened, but she remained calm on the surface.
“No, Mom and Dad are fine,” she said. “It’s just that Mom is a little tired lately.”
“Then Mom should rest more,” Mia said, hugging her. “When I grow up, I’ll help Mom with the housework and Mom won’t be tired anymore.”
Kate’s tears almost fell. She hugged her daughter tightly, breathing in the sweet scent of the child. This little life that she had carried for nine months— how could she bear to give her up?
But she had to. A temporary separation was for a longer–term reunion.
“Mia, promise Mom one thing,” Kate said softly.
“What is it?”
“No matter what happens in the future, you have to remember that Mom will always love you. And your brother.” Kate looked into her daughter’s eyes. “Always and forever.”
Mia seemed to half understand, but she still nodded. “I will always love Mom, too.”
Kate kissed her daughter’s forehead, her heart filled with strength. For her children, she had to be strong. She had to succeed.
On the way home, Kate received a message from her attorney.
“Some evidence has been collected, including hotel records and credit card statements,” the text read.
“More direct evidence is needed,” she replied. “Continue. Everything must be in place by the end of the week.”
The street scene outside the car window flew by. Kate looked at this city where she had lived for twelve years and suddenly felt it was strange. But being a stranger was also good. It meant she could start over.
From January 3rd to the 7th, life went on as usual. Michael still left early and returned late, and Kate still played the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother. But Michael felt more and more that something was wrong. Kate was too calm. So calm that it was unsettling.
On the night of the 8th, Michael finally couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on the master bedroom door after the children were asleep.
“You,” Michael said. He hesitated for a moment. “What are your plans for the future? I mean, after the divorce.”
“Find a job and start over,” Kate said. “Otherwise, I guess I’ll wait to go broke.”
“I don’t mean that,” Michael said, walking in and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I mean, if you need help, like finding a job or—”
“No need,” Kate interrupted him. “I can take care of myself.”Michael looked at her and suddenly realized that Kate had changed. Not her appearance, but her eyes. In the past, her eyes were always gentle, even a little timid. Now, they had become sharp and determined.
“Kate, do you hate me?” he asked.
“Hate?” Kate laughed softly. “Hate is too tiring. Michael, I don’t hate you. I’m just disappointed in you, and even more disappointed in myself for being so blind for so many years.”
These words were more hurtful than hate. Michael’s face changed slightly.
“I know. I’m sorry,” he said.
“No need to explain,” Kate said. “We’ve already signed the agreement. We’ll soon have no legal relationship. We’ve had no emotional relationship for a long time. So there’s really no need to explain.”
The distance in her tone made Michael feel very uncomfortable. He stood up.
“Then… you should get some rest,” he said.
At the door, he turned back. “Kate, no matter what, I hope you’re okay.”
“I will be,” Kate said. “Definitely.”
The door closed.
Kate picked up her phone and sent a message to her attorney. “He’s getting suspicious. Speed up the process. Also, check his recent large transfers, especially to that woman.”
Soon, the attorney replied: “I’m on it. By the way, the change in his company’s shareholding that you asked me to check has a lead. Six months ago, he transferred 10% of his shares to a shell company. The legal representative of that company is Jessica’s younger brother.”
Kate’s eyes narrowed. Michael had not only cheated; he was also hiding marital assets. This required an adjustment to her previous plan. A house and $100,000 were far from enough.
She replied, “Collect all the evidence, including the share transfer documents, bank statements, and communication records. I’ll need them by this weekend.”
Putting down her phone, Kate walked to the window. The night was dark, with a few scattered lights on the tall buildings in the distance. She remembered that night three years ago when she first discovered Michael’s infidelity and cried all night in the bathroom. At that time, she felt like her world was collapsing.
But now, standing here, she felt calm and determined.
People are forced to grow. Gentleness is easy when there is someone to rely on. Strength is what’s left when there is no other choice.
Kate had no other choice, so she had to be strong.
On Friday, January 10th, Kate prepared a large table of dishes as usual. Michael also came home for dinner on time. At the dinner table, he announced, “Let’s go out to eat as a family tomorrow night. I’ve booked a nice restaurant.”
“Okay!” the children cheered.
Kate glanced at him. “Why the sudden desire to eat out?”
“It’s the weekend and it’ll be nice to do something special,” Michael said. “And we might not have the chance in the future.”
His words were meaningful. Kate understood. He wanted to play the role of a harmonious family one last time before the divorce— perhaps for his own conscience, or perhaps to leave a good memory for the children.
“Okay,” Kate agreed. She also had her own plans. After tomorrow, everything would change. Let tonight be the last ordinary supper of this family.
That night, after the children were asleep, Michael knocked on the master bedroom door again.
“Still up?” Kate asked.
“I want to talk to the children after dinner tomorrow night,” Michael said. “It’s time to tell them about the divorce.”
Kate nodded. “Okay. But I want to be there.”
“Of course,” Michael said. “Kate, thank you. Thank you for your cooperation during this time.”
“No need to thank me,” Kate said. “I’m also doing it for the children.”
Michael stood at the door, hesitating. In the end, he only said, “Get some rest. Good night.”
“Good night,” Kate said…………………………………….
