“Our relationship has always been clean... How can you say otherwise?”
I stared at her, fury burning in my chest. Her words, her tone, her very presence was like a knife twisting in my heart.
Brian’s eyes never left mine, as if waiting for something—for me to relent, to say I believed him. But I was done. There was no trust left to salvage, no love left to give.
This was the end. It had to be.
Brian's expression darkened, his brows furrowing into a tight knot as my words hit him.
“Nonsense,” he muttered under his breath, his tone sharp.
I didn’t have the patience for his dismissive attitude, nor could I bear to listen to their flirtatious banter. My heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand jagged pieces, but I refused to let it show. I focused on packing my clothes, my hands working methodically as I muttered to myself, trying to drown out the pain.
“The divorce agreement is in my bag,” I said aloud, though mostly to myself. “I’ve signed it. Next Monday, we’ll go to the civil registry. Thirty days of silence doesn’t bother me. I’ll move back into my old house. As for the property, I don’t want any of it...”
Brian’s voice cut me off, roughened by a violent cough.