Chapter 5 A Clean Break

When Winston saw Irene's attitude, he put on a pitiful, aggrieved expression and ran back into his room.

He returned with an envelope in hand. "Here's 20,000 dollars. It's everything I've got. It's all yours! As for the remaining 5,000… Well, you can decide whether my life is worth that much!"

Irene couldn't stand seeing Winston like that, and her heart softened immediately. "Winston, what are you doing? You can just pay it back slowly. There's no need to rush like this."

I shot Irene a glance, pulled the envelope from Winston's hand, and began counting the bills one by one right in front of them. "One, two, three…" I continued calmly until I was done.

"Good, good. There isn't even a cent short. You really have given me 20,000 dollars exactly. As for the remaining 5,000, let's just consider it part of the wedding fund Irene saved up for you over the years. You don't have to pay that back."

Irene instantly bristled. "Keith, you can't just say things like that! There are so many people watching. Everyone knows you are my husband!"

I let out a cold laugh. "That's why you should also know that everyone is well aware that you've been running to Winston's place over and over again? We aren't fools. We all know that the only one you really care about has always been him."

Winston's face lit up at that.

Irene's tone turned resolute, almost like she was swearing an oath. "Keith, I will never divorce you!"

Winston's expression darkened immediately.

I didn't respond. I simply turned and went back into the room. Irene followed closely behind me, sticking to my side as if I might disappear if she let me out of her sight.

I took out the envelope Winston had just handed over. I had intended to split it with Irene. After all, she had used the money she earned to pay for Winston's things.

Unfortunately for her, Winston's cries drew Irene's attention. She bolted toward the door, only to pause at the threshold as though she had just remembered I was about to divorce her. She looked torn, unsure whether to stay or go.

I waved my hand dismissively. "Go on. We're neighbors. It's only right to help each other."

Only then did Irene relax and hurry out.

Soon after, Bertha knocked and came in. "I just saw Winston twist his ankle. Irene helped him up and rushed him off to the hospital. Only God knows whether it's real. They're already like this while you're still here. I'm sure they'll cross the line the second you leave the country!"

I gave her a small smile. "Ah, but Bertha, I've already decided to leave. They can do whatever they want. This works out just fine for me. I've got nothing tying me down anymore, so I can focus on studying abroad. Oh, right. Here's 10,000 dollars. Please give it to Irene.

"I've handed in all the necessary paperwork, and I'll be leaving early tomorrow."

Bertha looked surprised. "That's so sudden! Didn't you say you'll be leaving in a week? Don't you think it's a bit rushed?"

I continued packing my things as I answered, "I'm worried that Irene might try to get in my way when the day comes. So, I'm leaving early. She doesn't know about this."

When Bertha saw the determination blazing in my eyes, she knew that there was no persuading me. So, she sighed and shook her head, saying nothing more.

…

I left the house with my luggage before dawn even broke. The skies were still in shades of purple with the barest tint of gold. The only thing I left behind for Irene was a signed divorce agreement.

The moment I boarded the plane, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

I had thrown everything away just for the sake of my little family in my previous life. Forget going abroad, I didn't even leave the province. Yet, all that devotion got me nowhere.

After I died, my soul was chained to Irene. I was forced to watch as she and that man walked side by side every day. I burned with anger, but there was nothing I could do. I watched them act all lovey-dovey right in front of me, all the way until I was given a second chance.

My time as a ghost made me rethink a lot of things. Eventually, I learned post-death that nothing was more important than improving myself and dedicating my life to serving my country.