"What else do I not understand when I read this?"
"Paisley likes Zachary."
"George has been accompanying me and infatuated with me by my side."
"He does so to prevent me from getting back together with Zachary and interfering with Paisley's happy life."
My heart seemed to be torn into pieces. As I smiled, tears fell.
The nanny gently knocked on the door. I casually responded.
"Miss Paisley from the White family has a high fever. No one is taking care of her. Mr. Marshall and Miss Lydia will stay there. They won't come back."
I laughed at myself.
"I didn't notice such obvious details before."
"What's even more foolish is that I can't bear to let go of these false beauties."
Concealing my disappointment, I calmly spoke.
"It doesn't matter."
"Alice, please clear out my things."
Alice was puzzled, asking, "Mrs. Marshall, what's this about?"
I smiled, saying, "Go clear them out."
"Once I let go, it becomes easier."
Soon, my things were cleared out. I called a moving company to pack them up and send them to another place.
I looked at the empty home. The only thing left was the paintings in the studio.
Early the next morning...
I had someone move all the paintings out and pile them in the yard.
Among them, the majority were portraits.
I looked at the pile of paintings on the ground.
in the paintings, there were George's affectionate eyes, Lydia's smiling face, and countless moments that once witnessed my happiness.
I had someone help me pile the paintings in the yard and set them on fire.
The flames shot up and engulfed the scrolls.
When the flames were roaring...
George came back with Lydia.
He looked at the burned paintings, frowning and asking, "What's wrong with you?"
It wasn't until the flames engulfed the familiar profile on the paintings that I looked up at George.
"George, let's get a divorce."
