I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

However, the face of the man who heard my request was hardened and pale.

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“Louella.”

His voice was laid low.

Most of the time, his voice was friendly to me, but he sometimes got scared and angry with me.
Most of the time he got angry when I did something ridiculous.

“Don’t say nonsense, Louella.
We’re no longer children.”

Even when I was young, I often lived with the words of breaking up if I twisted the number or felt bad, so it was reasonable for him to react like that.

But he didn’t know.

It was the first time I brought up the idea of divorcing after I got married.

“I want to get divorced because I’m an adult, Gerald Logan.
I don’t want to live as Logan anymore.”

I tried to pretend to be calm.

The darkly dead gaze looked at me as if he caught my love for him hadn’t disappeared.
But I’ve been used to this pain for a long time so this time I wanted to put a dagger in him.

“I hate you, Gerald Logan.
I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I could see something in him that broke.

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I did that because I was an adult.

When I was young, everything was okay with kindness, consideration, and affection.
And the fact that I was happy just with the warmth he gave me.

But when I became an adult, things changed.

What I thought and expected came to nothing and I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I wanted to have a child, too.

I wanted to give birth to a child who resembles me and I would like to live with a child.

That was the picture I wanted all along.

I fought with Alexid all the time, cried, laughed, and grew up together.
There was no day that the house was quiet for a moment, and we were happy.

But the mansion where he and I lived was always quiet.

I felt as though the tranquility was devouring me from the inside and that was when it started to feel like a prison.

“Let’s divorced.”

He slowly lifted his face up.
The fierce expression was not like him, but I knew that Gerald would never harm me.

But that did not mean that I would just back down like this.

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“Lulu, don’t do this .
.
.”

He knelt down in front of me.
The man who had always maintained a straight and upright posture collapsed in front of me.

“Don’t do that, Lulu.
It’s all my fault.”

“Gerald.”

I called out his name and that was when tears fell.
I wasn’t being silly.
This was just what I felt.

What is the problem between you and me? There must have been a hint somewhere! But I couldn’t catch the bell either.
If the doctor said Gerald had a problem with his sexual function, I would have understood it.
If he had been diagnosed with a defect, he might have recovered.

I would have been able to understand him and found another way.

But that’s not it either .
.
.

What do you want me to do, Gerald?

* * *

“She cried while sleeping.” Alexid commented, “Jeje, did you tease him?”

No matter how much he fought, lost, and insulted, he was only a younger brother in Alexid’s eyes.
However, Louella’s eyes lying on the picnic mat were red and she was crying while sleeping.

Oh my god.

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“Did you make our ugly Louella cry?”

Alexid trembled with anger.

Jeje muttered.
“I guess so.
I must have made her cry.”

“You! I told you not to make my younger sister cry!”

Alexid shoved Gerald.
A sloppy fist hit Gerald’s body here and there, but Gerald lay on the ground still enduring it.

“Who do you think you are to tease my ugly sister”?

Gerald’s nose bled after being hit by Alexid’s fist.

“Oh my god!”

“What kind of chaos is this?”

“Alexid!”

“Oh, my.”

Huh? This isn’t it.

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Alexid’s neck creaked back.
Just in time, the two couples, who were returning home together, pointed their heads.

Among them, Merce’s sigh was by far the deepest.

* * *

“To Gerald, who keeps suffering because of our children.”

Merce shut her mouth as if he didn’t know what to say.
Royce, who was wiping Gerald’s nosebleed, burst into laughter.

“Boys grow up fighting! Right, honey?” Royce said to his wife.

“Yes.
Jeje, are you okay?”

“Yes,” answered Gerald.

As Merce sighed as he watched it, Alexid, who was on his knees while raising his hands closely, cried.

“No! Gerald made Lulu cry!”

Oh.

Merce touched his forehead.
To confirm the authenticity of Alexid’s words, she had to ask Louella, who was sound asleep and awake.

Louella was crying while dreaming of something, but wouldn’t young children cry and laugh while sleeping?

But how can that be Gerald’s fault?