Elias' smile in the picture was as handsome as ever, and every time she looked at it, she couldn’t help but think back to the fire when she was fifteen. He had rushed in without hesitation, pulling her from the flames, saving her without a second thought.
The burn scars on his brow were still visible.
Wiping away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes, Mira quickly composed a message and sent it off to a civil lawyer.
[Hello, my husband and I have no children or property disputes. Please help me draft a divorce agreement.]
Just as she pressed send, Elias walked through the door, hurriedly holding food in his hands.
“Mira, the neighbor said she saw you in the hospital yesterday. What’s wrong?” He asked, concern filling his voice.
Mira looked at his worried expression and replied calmly, “My digestion hasn’t been great recently. The doctor said it’s nothing to worry about.”
Elias visibly relaxed. “The prawns today are really fresh. I’ll make seafood porridge for you.”
“Okay.” She forced a smile, unable to meet his eyes.