Silas thought my divorce talk and my saying I didn't love him was also fake.
Still, love could truly run out.
Ten years. I really couldn't love that man anymore.
Now that I was alone, what else couldn't I let go of?
That night, I climbed out the window and entered Lester's car.
Silas didn't see me bustling around the dining room the next morning.
There was no toast he loved to eat on the table, nor was there any coffee I made by myself and there were no ironed and matched clothes on the hangers.
Silas rushed upstairs in a hurry and opened my room, but found it empty.
He picked up a few group photos on the ground and panicked.
"Aunt May! Where is Juliette?"
Aunt May rushed over after hearing the sound and she hadn't put down the spatula in her hand. She looked at the empty room and shook her head to indicate that she didn't know.
"I'll call her mother."
Aunt May was stunned and asked subconsciously.
"Sir, isn't Juliette's mother dead? She was cremated the day after."
Silas' mind flashed back to the scene of me holding the urn and his breath hitched momentarily.
He slowly bent down and gathered the photos from the floor. His eyes were empty, hollow like all life had drained out of him.
For ten years, he never thought that I would really leave him.
