Christian’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning pale. He looked at me with such pain and sorrow that tears welled up and fell from his eyes
without warning.
My face was a cold mask. I saw our reflection in the villa’s large window. The scene was eerily familiar.
Of course it was. Once upon a time, I had been the one begging him to come back.
And now…
What goes around, comes around.
“Don’t be so delusional! Christian, you’re just making me sick! Don’t you ever get tired of this?!”
22
After that day, my life returned to a state of calm.
It was lonely, but being free from the past was like a heavy cloud lifting from my mind, revealing a clear, bright sky. Every day felt sunny.
A week later, I saw Christian one last time.
It was at a bar. After the divorce, he’d been drinking heavily. Our mutual friends had tried to get me to talk to him, but I’d blocked every one of
them.
Finally, the world was quiet.
That chance encounter, Christian was drinking again.
Lily suddenly appeared. “Christian!” she cried, rushing to support him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been? I was so
scared!”
She sobbed dramatically. “Don’t do this to yourself over that woman! It’s not worth it! Christian, let’s go home. You still have me.”
“Get lost!” Christian shoved her away with surprising force. “She’s my wife! Lonly want her! Do you think I want you, the other woman?!”
Something in his words must have hit a nerve. Lily froze, her face a mask of disbelief.
