Mag-log inI looked at my mother with tearful eyes and nodded firmly. What I had not expected, however, was to see Nancy again.It happened three years later, on a rainy midnight. I had worked overtime and had just left the company when the sky began to pour. Holding up my umbrella, I made my way toward the car park.I had just reached my car when I saw Nancy squatting on the ground, completely drenched. The moment she saw me, she shot to her feet and rushed over."I finally found you! Do you have any idea how much I went through the last three years? Please, stop being mad at me. I've been thinking so much, and I realize I can't live without you. Please come back with me. Or… Or I can stay with you."I looked at the woman, my umbrella still held over my head. Coldly, I said, "We're long done at this point, Nancy. I don't love you anymore."I went around her and tried to get into my car, but she grabbed me. "Please, I know I messed up. Forgive me. Please, I can't live without you. Ronald's
I smiled and returned Boston's hug, my eyes filled with anticipation for the future.As expected, I got Nancy's message the next morning. "His fever's not coming down, honey. I need to take care of him. Don't read too much into it. He's just a friend."I replied to none of her texts. Nancy called immediately. I finally let one through right before I boarded the plane. "What are you doing? You haven't been taking my calls."She sounded panicked, as if she really was worried about me."We're done, Nancy. The divorce papers are on the table, and we've both signed them."That was clearly not what she had expected. She fell silent. When reality finally hit her, her voice began to tremble. "What do you mean, divorce papers? I never signed them. You can't have someone else forge my signature.""I recorded the whole process, and the video's in the flash drive on the table. See for yourself. Let's never meet again."I hung up before she could say anything. Exhaustion had been the only
She knew how to cook. She just did not want to do it for me.Right after she served the leftovers, someone rang the doorbell. Nancy jogged over and opened the door. She came back with a file.I was still standing. She smiled and pushed me down onto the seat. "Don't just stand around. The file's here. Sign it."I took the file and went over it. Just as I was about to say something, the doorbell rang again.Nancy jogged over again. "Ronald? What are you doing here? Oh, you're drunk! And you're burning!"…While they were doing their bit at the entrance, I got up and slipped the divorce papers into the file she gave me.A short moment later, Nancy helped Ronald to the couch. She approached me and said with a resigned tone, "You saw what happened. He has a fever. He doesn't have friends or family here. I can't just leave him. I'll take him to the hospital. Finish the food and get some rest."I fell silent. Hesitation flickered in her eyes. She was going to explain, but I inte
I flung her hand away. Nancy froze in shock, but I only looked at her coldly and said, "You disgust me."Disappointment flickered in her eyes. For a moment, she simply stood there with me in silence. I got into the car I had ordered. Before I could say anything, Nancy climbed in after me. "I got drunk. I can't drive, honey."I said nothing. She did need to go home. After all, the papers still had to be signed.My lack of refusal fueled something in her, and her eyes flickered with something smug. I had been with her too long to know what she was thinking. She thought I was still the same easily controlled man from before.I did not even want to explain. Her mind could go in whatever direction it wanted.…When we reached the entrance, I picked up the file waiting there.Nancy looked at me curiously. "What are you holding, honey?"I gave her a random answer. "Just a file."She thought I was finally talking to her, and her eyes lit up. She hugged me and said gently, "You'r
They had a baby, but she had a miscarriage. Their relationship had already been made public long ago. I kept going through the videos, and I realized there was no end to it.The latest video had been posted a year ago. In it, Ronald, Nancy, and her parents were having dinner together happily. The caption read, "Finally recognized."The Internet, in all its ignorance, praised the relationship, calling it perfect and moving. I left a like and realized my profile picture was my wedding photo.Not too long after that, Nancy called. Her voice was still shaking. "Don't overthink it, honey. I was working with Ronald so he can get the algorithm's favor. You know how popular content creation is."I looked at the other incoming call and said coolly, "I'm not overthinking it." Then, I hung up before she could say anything and took the other call.My secretary worked fast. The divorce papers were already at my doorstep. I got up and tried to leave the bar, but when I passed the dance
A bitter smile curled my lips, and I nodded. Then, I drained the last of the alcohol in my glass.Boston noticed the bandage on my hand and stopped me from pouring another drink. "Whoa, stop drinking. Your hand's already hurt."I pulled his hand away and poured more alcohol anyway. Of course I knew drinking was a bad idea right now. My wound might get inflamed and get in the way of recovery. But if I did not try to numb my head, the pain in my heart would swallow me whole.Boston knew it was useless to stop me, so he sighed and raised his glass in resignation. Our glasses clinked together. "Fine, I won't stop you. I can see you're in a bad mood, but at least I can drink with you."I drank and drank until I lost count. My consciousness got blurry, and my mind was turning into mush."What next? If you say you're not getting a divorce after everything she's put you through…"With a smile, I downed the last of the alcohol. I said quietly, "I've made up my mind. The divorce is g







