“Who told you to throw away her things?!”
He sat on the sofa, radiating fury. The staff stood in a line, trembling.
The head–butler wiped sweat from his forehead. “Sir, Madam packed her things herself.”
“Impossible!”
He refused to believe it. He didn’t know if he was more enraged by the thought of me wiping away every trace of myself, or by the fact I had the nerve to defy him.
No one dared speak.
One of the maids who used to be close with me gathered the courage to whisper, “Sir… ever since you brought Miss Sable back, Madam had been packing gradually. She burned some things, threw others away. None of us touched anything.”
His head snapped toward her, his glare sharp enough to cut steel.
The maid flinched under his stare, her voice trembling. “But… I think Madam left something for you in the study drawer.”
Without hesitation, he stood up and stormed toward the study.
His mind was racing. I must be pulling some childish stunt–probably left me one of her handmade trinkets as a peace offering. He never cared for that sentimental crap, but seeing ne take the first step?
Fine. He’d play along. If anything, he owed her for how much he’d been neglecting me lately. He’d leave the antique ring there too–it would cheer me up. I’d come around soon enough. The thought helped settle his nerves.
But the moment he opened that drawer, every comforting illusion shattered into dust.
There it was–staring back at him in cold, bold black letters against blinding white paper: divorce
papers.
He froze.
Why the hell was this here?
No. I had gone too far.
Panic shot through me as he snatched up the papers and flipped straight to the last page. His heart nearly stopped when he saw his own signature.
His signature – complete with the distinct little hook he always added under the middle character. No one could forge that.
But he had no memory of signing this.
And then it hit him like a freight train.
That day – the day Sable had her skin graft. I had handed him two documents, begging him to sign them before he left. He was in a rush to get back to Sable and barely glanced at them.
That was when he’d signed our divorce?
His lips tightened. His gaze shifted to the other object in the drawer.
Chapter 10.
1:38 pm 8BDZ 1.30pm
I had treasured that ring with everything I had. I once said I’d never take it off. So why was it here
MOW?
It was stained with blood
The dark red seeped into the edges of a white sheet tucked underneath, creating a gruesome ring of color. The bold black letters at the top read: Medical Report.
His hand trembled as he reached for it, his chest tightening with dread.
A miscamage report–dated precisely at the time he learned Sable was pregnant. Back then, he had forced me to donate blood to Sable. He was lighting up the city with fireworks, celebrating Sable’s pregnancy like a fool
And while he was celebrating, I was losing our child.
He killed his own child with his own hands.
What have I done. The truth crashed into him like a freight train, knocking the air out of his ungs. His legs went weak and he nearly collapsed.
As the clutched the report, he noticed there was more beneath it – an album.
–
He grabbed it with shaky fingers. One after another, the faces stared back at him women he had brought home, his countless affairs. And at the very end, Sable’s photo. Scrawled on the back in my handwriting were the words
100 Goodbye
His knees finally gave out He sank to the floor, the photos scattering around him. Their smiling faces mocked him
The housekeeper approached carefully, her voice barely above a whisper as she handed him a fach dove “Sc. this is the last footage we have of Madam.”
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He gammed it into the monitor On screen, I appeared–wheeling a simple suitcase behind me. I never looked back as I climbed into the waiting car
That final image carved into his chest like a blade.
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He groped the divorce papers tightly, a pain blooming deep in his chest.
The panic he had tied to suppress now erupted like a tidal wave. He couldn’t breathe
hot–tness took him
5:38 pm DDD
