"Let's... break up, Maurice."
8
Nothing had changed between him and me, but we couldn't go back to the way our relationship was at the beginning.
Now that he could ignore my safety, there was no way I could continue to wait for him.
He was unwilling to get a divorce, so we didn't reach an agreement.
My father said I needed to talk it through with Maurice.
Thus, I returned with Maurice first.
I started to give him the silent treatment for the first time.
That night, he returned home drunk.
Even so, his eyes were sparkling like stars, full of gentleness.
As he looked at me without blinking, I couldn't stand such deep affection.
I was reluctant to look at him, but he didn't allow it and held my face, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"I miss you so much, Ree."
"But I don't."
I replied nonchalantly.
He instantly revealed a delighted smile, cuddled me, and kissed me on the forehead and the cheek.
"My dear Ree, Please don't be angry with me anymore!"
...
9
In the early morning, his phone rang again.
I was certain the call that could come to him at this time was not for business.
He rejected it over and over again. Several times later, he got impatient. He put his phone down and went straight to the bathroom.