"Miss Moon said she’s already divorced you. You have no right to return to her house. As for your luggage, she’ll have someone pack it and send it to your parents’ place."
It was obvious this was just another tactic cooked up by my parents, giving Miranda all the power, hoping I’d break down and surrender.
It no longer mattered. After all, there was nothing left in that house worth lingering over. Just when I turned to wait for the bus, a neighbor I recognized passed by and pointed straight at me.
"Look! That’s the guy. He’s the one who cheated on his wife and tried to kick her out!"
"I heard he ignored his daughter’s illness because he was busy having an affair with some slut … "
I clenched my teeth, unwilling to argue.
With my parents testifying in the homeowners' group, no amount of explanation would make a difference. After getting on the bus, I checked into a random hotel. Once I soaked in the warm tub, I finally let myself break down and cry.
The hot water poured over my face, but it couldn’t wash away the feeling that the entire world had betrayed me. Soon, my phone screen lit up. A new message appeared in Miranda’s fishing group.
It seemed that she had tagged everyone, saying she wouldn’t be able to fish today because she was ‘busy’.
Scrolling further, I saw a post from the day Olive had been hospitalized. She had proudly shared in the group.
[I caught an impressively huge fish today. It felt amazing!]
[@Vicky_Lewinsky, did you catch anything today?]
My mother had quickly replied.
[You’re such a good fisherwoman, you quick woman! I only have a few small fish here.]
[Young people know how to have fun. My old waist can only catch some home-cooked dishes.]
I stared at the words of ‘impressively huge fish’ and my stomach churned all over again. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was from my lawyer.
"Mr. Lewinsky, all the documents have been compiled. Whether it’s an amicable divorce or a straight-up legal battle, we can ensure you get the best deal."
After I ended the call, I felt slightly more comfortable. Then, I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
However, on the very next day, I was met with strange glances in the elevator as I walked into the office.
When I opened the office door, everyone’s conversation stopped cold.
"Mr. Lewinsky, the boss wants to see you."