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The moment she said it, a wave of irritation washed over me.
I suddenly remembered that day. I was the one who stopped him and said, “I don’t have a boyfriend. You can pursue me instead.”
But I didn’t remember ever wearing a white dress like that.
And I didn’t remember ever using a butterfly–shaped hair clip.
But Chloe today, from her hair to her dress, from her makeup to her mannerisms, was a perfect copy.
In an instant, something shattered.
My heart felt like it was being slowly pierced by a cold needle. It didn’t hurt, but it was freezing.
A single drop of water can wear away stone.
In that moment, I heard something inside me finally break.
Let’s talk tonight.
Just as my anger was peaking, a text from Nicolai popped up. My usual cool composure cracked. Talk about what? A divorce?
I threw my phone aside.
“Book me a flight for tonight. Anywhere. I need to clear my head.”
Clara glanced at my face, confused as to why I had suddenly become so chillingly cold.
I didn’t go home. I didn’t go to class.
The only impulsive thing I’d done in a long time was right now, boarding a plane with just my ID.
When I landed, the hotel manager was there to greet me.
The moment I turned on my phone, it was flooded with missed calls from Nicolai.
Seeing them just annoyed me.
The divorce agreement has been drafted. It’s in the second drawer of the bookshelf. Review it. If you have any issues, the legal
team can handle them. The decision of whether to make the news public is up to you.‘
I typed out the message.
After sending it, I turned my phone off.
Divorce wouldn’t be easy; it would probably be a mess. Thank goodness I had insisted on waiting to have children and had always
used birth control. A child would have made things even more complicated.
I soaked in the bathtub until the water grew cold, unwilling to move.
