Divorce After Betrayal
" she asked cautiously, the last fragile thread of hope flickering in her eyes.
I shook my head without hesitation.
"No."
The light in her eyes went out instantly.
"Some wounds, once inflicted, can never be repaired." I stood up. "Take care."
As I watched her walk away in a daze, I knew everything between us had finally reached its true end.
Later, I heard that she moved to a small town in the south. She opened a small art studio and taught children how to paint.
She never returned to Fort Canon again, but none of that had anything to do with me anymore.
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