"With photos and chat records available, what kind of ridiculous story are you going to make up? Sleepwalking? Split personality?"
"I, I..." he bent over in agony, clutching his head. "I didn't intend for it to start like this...
"I genuinely love you, and I do love you. It's just... it's just..."
"You just took the wrong path for a moment and got momentarily bewitched, right?"
"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I did something wrong, and I'm sorry. Avery, can you forgive me?"
His eyes were red as he clutched my arms, choking up.
"Avery, I love you."
I found it amusing, so I couldn't help but laugh.
"Avery?"
"Arthur, that's enough," I said, pushing him away, my eyes filled with disappointment.
"I love you too, but did I cheat?
"Did I sleep with my assistant? Did I spend the night out and share a bed with someone else? Did I get tangled up in a flirtation with another person?
"Was I lost in someone else's photos on your birthday?"
With each accusation, his face grew paler.
He could only clutch at the hem of my shirt, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I picked up the divorce papers and thrust them into his arms, my voice cold.
"Sign it, Mr. Ford."
Just like when we got married, I called him Mr. Ford.
But if that time was about joy, this time, it was about endings.
Divorce requires a cooling-off period, during which I couldn't bear the sight of Arthur's face any longer.
So, I boarded a plane to Mayby, and upon landing, I immediately bought a fully furnished house.
As a moderately successful novelist, I'd earned a decent amount from selling the film rights to my books, and Arthur had always been generous with me. I had accumulated a considerable amount of assets.
My phone kept buzzing with notifications. I didn't need to look to know it was Arthur.
He was begging me not to leave, not to divorce him, to love him.
Bullshit.
He should have known better.
The bar was bustling with people coming and going. I drowned my sorrows in several bottles of beer and stumbled out into the back alley, feeling dizzy.
The moon was bright tonight, hanging high in the night sky, casting a beautiful, silvery light. I sat in the alley, staring at the moon, lost in thought.
Someone passed by in the alley saw me, and walked over with ill intentions, grabbing my arm.
"Hey lady, wanna come with me?"
I didn't move, but he wouldn't give up.
"Come on, let's go. I promise you'll have a good time."
"Get lost."