Lahat ng Kabanata ng In The Summer, Where Cicadas Buzz: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ethan clearly hadn’t expected my sudden question. He turned away awkwardly, avoiding my gaze.“If you don’t want to sign…”He reached out instinctively to take back the divorce papers, just like he had so many times before. Yet, this time, I grabbed onto it.My mind was a mess. I had just been diagnosed with cancer, and on top of that, I had seen the video he recorded three years ago. More than anything, I wanted to empty my thoughts and stop feeling altogether. However, I knew better than anyone that there was no time left.I clenched the divorce papers tightly, staring straight at him as I pressed on, step by step, desperate for an answer.“Ethan, will you be happy?”My persistence clearly made him uncomfortable. He frowned, irritation flashing across his face, and roughly yanked the papers out of my hand. The sharp edge of the paper sliced across my palm, and blood slowly seeped out.However, the pain in my hand was nothing compared to the impatience on his face. When he noti

The next day, I went to my mother’s grave.“Mom, I’m getting a divorce.”I sat down on the ground beside the headstone, just like when I was little and used to lean into her arms. I didn’t stay long. After all, it wouldn’t be much longer before I would see her again.On the way home, I passed by the university. On a whim, I decided to go back and take a look at the campus. The moment I arrived at the gate, the security guard stared at my face for a few seconds.“Your husband didn’t come with you today?” he suddenly asked, startling me.Seeing my reaction, he scratched his head awkwardly.“Our access system already has your face registered,” he explained. “After all, your husband made a pretty big donation to the university three years ago.”His slightly exaggerated tone echoed in my ears.I walked around the campus for a bit. Returning to a familiar place like this, there really wasn’t much to see. When I came back out, the security guard’s eyes lit up the moment he spotted me,

That day, after hearing my reply, Ethan’s face darkened instantly. He slammed the car door shut and drove off.The past month, I had still been dealing with a kind of withdrawal. Now and then, I found myself wondering if I was happy after divorcing Ethan. Whether I was happy or not, I didn’t have an answer, but I was living freely.I had no plans to undergo treatment, so I treated every single day as if it were my last. I stayed up late binge‑watching shows, trying thrilling games, and eating junk food as if without a care. I did everything I never dared to do before, as if making up for an entire lifetime at once.That was, until my best friend Willow Andrews returned from studying abroad. Instead of going home first, she came straight to my place, dragging her suitcase behind her. After seeing me, she gave me a once‑over, then locked eyes with me and asked, “Sadie, are you sick?”I pretended to pour her some water, deliberately avoiding her gaze, my words vague and evasive.“I

I immediately understood what she meant.Three years ago, after the car accident, Ethan lost his memory. I had taken him everywhere, seeking out famous doctors and running countless tests. However, every doctor said the same thing: his amnesia wasn’t pathological. The accident hadn’t caused serious damage to his head, so it was psychological.Upon learning that, I brought him to see a therapist, but he resisted it, and without his cooperation, no one could help him. Eventually, I gave up. All that mattered was that he was alive. Whether he remembered me or not no longer mattered.I turned sideways, my back to Willow, facing the sunlight instead. Then, I tilted my head back and rested it against her shoulder.It was too late.The sunlight was still too harsh, so I closed my eyes. The incision in my abdomen throbbed faintly. Even the painkillers had stopped working.… After that day, I started running into Ethan at the hospital more often. Every time, it was in the hallway. S

Ethan was a difficult yet obedient patient in the psychiatry department. He desperately wanted the treatment to work. No matter what approach the psychiatrist suggested, he was willing to try. Yet, no matter the method, nothing could break through the walls he had built around himself.That was until one day, James brought him a reproduced videotape.“Ethan, I’m truly sorry. I misunderstood before. Please tell Sadie I’m sorry on my behalf,” James said, patting Ethan’s shoulder with a face full of guilt.That was when Ethan remembered that he had divorced me and hadn’t told anyone yet.After James left, he went to the media room. There, he watched the confession of the man in the video and heard him say, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.”So that person I could never see again was him, or rather, it was the him from three years ago. The Ethan who woke from the accident had memories frozen at eighteen, the boy constrained by rules yet longing desperately to break free. However, watc