I snorted coldly and didn't answer.

Frederic then walked around my apartment and said, "Your apartment is so well-equipped. You have become quite stubborn now."

After he finished speaking, he took off his coat and threw it onto the chair, then sat across from me.

I asked, "What do you want to talk about? Go ahead."

"What do you think?" Frederic asked me. "My family won't agree to our divorce."

Of course, I knew the Hudson family would not agree, but Frederic's attitude should not have been like this. He was such a stubborn person and would not listen to anyone's opinions. He would only try his best to solve the problem.

In the previous life, his actions were close to madness, and I remember it vividly.

Of course, I was also crazy. Tristan was also crazy. It was all about Emilia.

I felt like Frederic didn't like Emilia as much as he did in the previous life.

Tristan also gave me this vague feeling.

"Frederic, didn't you refuse to stand up against Emilia and your family?" I looked into his eyes and said, "Are you going to let her continue being the other woman?"

"She was not the third party," Frederic frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the label I used.

"What is that?" I felt puzzled. "Before we got divorced, wasn't she the other woman? Could she be an angel?"

Frederic's face darkened a bit. He must have seen the news and online comments in the past few days as well. Most people still understood right from wrong. They criticized Emilia for interfering in someone else's relationship, calling her shameless and the like.

In fact, every woman Frederic had been involved in a scandal with had been criticized by netizens. However, most of those women were celebrities, and they had a higher immunity to rumors and gossip, so they could withstand the insults.

Emilia was different. It was the first time she had been cyberbullied.

No wonder she made the suicidal gesture. On one hand, she might have done it to prove to Evie that Frederic cared about her. On the other hand, she truly couldn't bear being scolded.

"Frederic, I used to like your personality. I thought it was cool and straightforward, never beating around the bush. Why are you so hesitant when it comes to this matter? If you were more decisive, everything would be resolved."

"Your parents only have you as their son, so even if they oppose you being with Emilia, as long as you persist, they will definitely compromise. Don't they really want a grandchild? If you try hard and get Emilia pregnant, I guarantee they will accept her."

"As for my parents, I will go and persuade them. Before my dad retires, he will never hinder any project review of yours due to personal matters. You can rest assured."

I spoke sincerely, hoping for a dignified end to our ten-year relationship. As long as Frederic agrees now, even if I have already withdrawn the divorce lawsuit, we can still have a peaceful divorce through a mutual agreement.

But Frederic's expression became increasingly ominous. He seemed to be brewing emotions. Before I could finish speaking, he shouted, "Enough!"

The only thing I could do was swallow the rest of my words.

He asked me, "Are you sure you want a divorce? You yourself said you loved me for ten years. Can you truly let go?"

"Um, I'm sure. I can do it," I nodded without hesitation.

This kind of thing cannot withstand careful consideration. I am afraid that the more I think about it, the more unwilling I become.

Frederic suddenly stood up. Before I could react, he took a long stride and came to my side. Then he grabbed me and kissed me forcefully. He was not gentle at all.

My originally calm heartbeat rhythm was disrupted. I pushed Frederic's chest hard, but it was completely futile.

How did the divorce discussion end up like this? I was extremely angry, and in a fit of rage, I bit his lip.