He was there. Standing in the living room like he owned the air.
“Where the hell did you go?” Hudson asked, his voice low, eyes locking on me the second I stepped in.
I opened my mouth. Did I tell him? Did I just say it now?
Before I could speak, he let out a short breath, like he figured it out already.
“You went out to get something, didn’t you? For today.”
I blinked. “Today…?”
He frowned slightly. “Don’t tell me you forgot. It’s our anniversary.”
My chest tightened.
Anniversary. Huh! Our anniversary already happened last month.
Five years ago… same day. We stood in front of everyone, exchanged rings, smiled like it meant something.
That night… he handed me divorce papers. Told me not to take anything seriously.
Five years. Then it ends.
And now… the day I got my divorce papers… was the same day.
Funny.
“Yeah,” I said quietly, gripping my bag tighter. “I went out to prepare something.”
I did.
A divorce certificate. That counted, right?
He nodded like it was nothing. “Good. At least you didn’t forget this year.”
This year.
Did he know… this was also the day everything ended?
My thoughts felt messy, tangled, but I didn’t say anything.
“I’m flying to Paris tomrrow," he continued, adjusting his cuff like he was talking about business. “Taking Amber with me. She’s been wanting to go for a while.”
Of course she did.
“So I cleared today,” he added, glancing at his watch. “I booked a place. Rooftop, private, no bullshit interruptions. We’ll celebrate properly this time.”
Properly.
Now?
After everything?
“I’ll give you your gift later,” he said, already grabbing his jacket. “Get ready. We’re leaving.”
He walked toward the door like it was already decided. Like I would follow.
I didn’t move. Not even a step.
He stopped when he realized, then turned back, his brows pulling together. “What are you doing? Don’t just stand there.”
I looked at him.
This man.
The one I waited for, loved, endured for five years.
Should I tell him now?
Should I just say… it’s over?
My lips parted. But nothing came out.
After a few seconds, I lowered my gaze. “I… have something to finish. You go ahead. I’ll follow later.”
He stared at me for a moment, like he was trying to read something. Then he gave a short nod. “Fine. Don’t take too long.”
And just like that, he left.
The door closed. His car started outside.
I walked to the window and watched as it drove away, slowly disappearing past the gate.