The moment I stopped speaking, the hallway fell into a sudden hush.Then, a voice I knew all too well broke the silence. "Dear! Is that really you?"Blinking in disbelief, I saw her: Hannah, standing there.She wriggled free from the restraining hands of security and doctors, dashed over to me, and clutched my hands tightly."I know we've had our misunderstandings, but we're still married, right? We can work it out, just us," she said, forcing a smile."Dear!" I had not heard that word since Jack returned from abroad, and it sounded so foreign then.The Hannah before me, almost groveling, seemed utterly ridiculous.They said people only regretted when they had lost something. Now, as I was ready to walk away, her desperate pleas seemed meaningless.I withdrew my hand sharply, my voice icy."Sorry, but the divorce papers are signed. As of today, we're no longer married. Whatever misunderstandings you're talking about, they don't matter to me anymore. Please, don't bother me or
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