At that very moment, the cup in my hand slipped and shattered on the floor. The sound attracted their attention. This made Laura so scared that she jumped down from Jock's arms and rushed toward me.
She asked in alarm, "Hubby, what's wrong? You don't look good. Are you having a cold?"
I stared at her coldly. She had no idea I had learned multiple languages just to integrate myself into her world, so I comprehended all the words they said.
Feeling discomfort, I excused myself from the bar.
Laura, reluctant to leave Jock’s side, called the nanny to come and escort me home.
When I stepped out of the bar, I dismissed the nanny, took a taxi and rushed to the Civil Administration Office to erase my identity.
The administrator kept urging me to think about this matter more carefully. After all, once my identity was erased, from that moment, Jerome Atkins was gone from the world.
I insisted firmly, "I'm sure."
An hour later, I left after my ID number was erased. Immediately, the stone that had been weighing me down for a long time was taken away and was immensely comfortable.
If I directly asked Laura for a divorce, she wouldn’t agree. The only way to break free was to erase my identity.
I went home. There were five days left before I would be gone.
Every single day I waited after Laura and Jock left before erasing every little trace of Laura in my life.
I gathered our wedding photos, wedding rings and the gift that she gave me …. I gathered them all and took them to the garden, dug a deep hole, threw all of them in and lit the fire.
The flame burned away all the memories of our past and erased every trace of affection I had for her.
"Laura, there is no future between us anymore," I said.
On the seventh day, I printed all the incriminating photos of Laura and Jock together. Then I pasted them on every wall in the living room.
Before I left, I decided to bid farewell to the doctor who had restored my eyesight.
As I exited the clinic, to my surprise, I spotted Laura and Jock in the corridor.
Laura did not dare to greet me because she always told me she was working overtime.
Both of us pretended not to see each other. I even used my cane to the front, pretending I was still blind. As we brushed past each other, I felt nothing. There was no anger nor hurt anymore. I had finally let her go.