As Simon was about to say something, I put on my headphones, cutting him off.
Wendy had already arrived in Switzerland, so I sent her the hotel location arranged by the production team.
Not long after, there was a knock at my door.
I rushed to the door without even putting on my shoes.
As I opened the door, my smile faltered. "What are you doing here?"
Standing there was Simon.
Instead of answering my question, he frowned deeply and asked, "Who were you expecting? Are you unhappy to see me?"
Recently, Simon had been acting strangely—almost unrecognizably so.
When we used to film at the same hotel, he never came looking for me and didn't allow me to seek him out either.
"Work comes first. We're married, but does it matter if we stay together or not?"
But now, he was asking me things like.
"Why didn't you come see me today? Do you even remember we're married?"
I replied flatly, "Better to avoid rumors."
He instinctively retorted, "We're abroad!"
Before he could say more, my phone rang. Wendy was calling to tell me she was stuck outside the hotel.
At that moment, Simon noticed I was barefoot and sneered, "Who are you so excited about? No wonder you've been acting so … "
"It's none of your business," I cut him off coldly.
Just as he used to say to me whenever I questioned him about Hannah.
I threw on my clothes, slipped into my shoes and didn't even spare a glance for Simon as I bolted downstairs.
Wendy handed me a thick stack of notebooks and we found a quiet spot together.
She watched me nervously, worried I'd have second thoughts.
I gave her a bitter smile. "This time, I truly want to forget, Wendy. Three days—that's all that's left."
As I spoke, I lit a match.
The paper slowly turned to ash in the fire, just as my love for you faded.
I handed Wendy a new journal. "Three days from now, give this back to me."
The Swiss Alps were breathtaking, their peaks seeming to melt into the clear blue sky.
The show arranged for us to go skiing and everyone was in the locker room, changing into ski gear.
Hannah blinked her big eyes at Simon. "Simon, can you help me fasten my helmet strap?"
Simon smiled indulgently, stepped forward and carefully fastened her strap. He even meticulously checked all her equipment.
Noticing my gaze, Simon turned around helplessly and was about to come over to fasten mine.
I took a step back and buckled it myself.
He let out a cold huff, seemingly annoyed by my rejection.