That night, I begged him to stay, for the sake of the love we once shared.
I asked him to sever ties with Sandra.
Lionel had been sitting on the sofa, holding his phone, engrossed in whatever message Sandra had sent.
A smile curved the corners of his lips, and there was a spark of tenderness in his eyes.
Then, he turned his cold gaze toward me.
"Why do you always ruin the mood? Can’t you stop taking your feelings so seriously? No one needs anyone to survive. You’re putting too much pressure on me."
I spent that night wide awake.
"Can’t you forgive me, Misha?" Lionel pleaded.
"Fine.”
"Really? You’re willing to forgive me?" he asked in disbelief.
"I forgive you, but that won’t stop me from filing for divorce. We’ll see each other in court."
With that, I turned and left without another word, leaving Lionel sitting on the ground, pale and motionless.
That night, Lionel took a late-night flight back.
A few days later, I received another message from Sandra.
She had sent m
