"Ugh!!"
"Ugh!!"
"What is going on?!"
I pulled at my hair in frustration, my heart still racing. After spending a long time playing with my cat at home, I slowly began to calm down. An hour passed before Cedric Linton messaged me: [The surgery was timely. His finger is back in place, but he can't lift heavy things anymore, and it won't be as flexible as before. It'll still hurt on rainy days.]
[Also.]
[He's agreed to the divorce.]
[I told him you had moderate depression, that you binged on food, and even had suicidal thoughts. Don't be mad at me, okay?]
I stayed silent.
A moment later, Cedric added:
[I just think it's pathetic how he's acting like this, trying to be self-pitying. He's the one who did wrong, but somehow, he's made you out to be the heartless one.]
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On the day of the divorce, I made sure to pick an auspicious time. I spent over two hours putting on full makeup, from my eyelashes to my nails, looking absolutely stunning—so arrogant, so proud.
When we filled out the paperwork, Aldric made several mistakes, his hand trembling uncontrollably.
As I stepped out of the divorce office with the papers in hand, his eyes looked distant, and he sniffled a couple of times. In the end, he didn't say anything depressing, just forced a smile and said, "One last hug?"
I opened my arms. "It's a good day. Don't cry."
Aldric hugged my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. He whispered, "Can we still be friends?"
"There's no need."
"What about you? Where are you going?"
"I…"
"I want to go to the ends of the world to chase the sunset, to see the snow in T City in the winter, the frost-covered forests. And I want to visit many, many places."
Aldric loosened his grip and asked, "With someone else?"
"Yes."
"Who...?"
I smiled. "Zest can go with me."
