I snapped back to reality. I realized then that the shimmering light in his eyes back then had long since transformed into an emotionless calm. The cold wind, mixed with dampness, cut into my bones, causing my limbs to tremble.
I bit my lower lip, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace, "It's almost four o'clock now, why don't you take a taxi?"
The next second, his words completely shattered my spirit. He said, "It's okay, she's usually half an hour late. I'll be there just in time."
At first, I wanted to maintain appearances and leave a perfect image of my ex in his mind. I naively thought that once he discovered Michele's many flaws, there would be a day when he would regret it and be chasing after her.
Now it seemed he could be infinitely tolerant of Michele, while I would forever remain that indifferent ex-wife.
I didn’t know how I got home. Only after the warm water was poured over my head did my vision gradually clear.
A rapid ringing of my cell phone urged me out of the bathroom.
"Miss Patricia, Michele wants to drop out! You must go and persuade her!"