My Wife Erases Me in the Name of "Love"
Juliet's thoughts were a tangled mess, and the letter crumpled in her tightening grip.
Her fingertips turned pale as she whispered, voice trembling, "Matthew, I was wrong."
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Meanwhile, I was seated on the plane, checking the time. Two minutes left, and then I would forget Juliet completely.
Right about now, she should have found the letter. Would she regret the choices she made?
I lowered my head and let out a soft, almost amused breath.
"Forget it. Whether she regrets anything or not, it no longer has anything to do with me. From now on, she and I will walk separate roads," I thought.