I moved back to my own place, and Zachary was my caregiver.
The month-long cooling-off period before my divorce could be finalized was sufficient for me to pick up the ability to handle my own matters.
I rejected all of Peter's calls. Whether he wanted to reconcile or question me, I would not entertain him.
It was only after I recollected myself mentally that I allowed him to come to the clinic.
As Zachary massaged me gently, he would check in with me from time to time. "Am I using too much force?"
I closed my eyes and lifted the corners of my lips.
"It feels just right."
A banging sounded at the door. Then, Peter stormed into the room.
"I see that you've both gotten really close to one another!"
I opened my eyes slowly and rolled my eyes at him in disdain.
Knowing that Peter and I were about to talk, Zachary helped me into the wheelchair attentively while Peter watched him with his teeth clenched.
I coughed to draw Peter's attention back. I asked, "Is there a reas
