After signing, she flung the divorce papers at me with a haughty expression.
"If you want to make a fuss, I'll entertain it, but you should know, the divorce cooling-off period is only 30 days. If you wait past 30 days, don't expect me to wait for you."
Milan chimed in mockingly. "Tsk! A man in his 30s throwing a tantrum. I think you should just leave him alone and let him calm down."
He really had a knack for sowing discord between couples, not missing a beat.
In the past, I would have snapped back immediately, but now, even saying one more word feels exhausting.
Silently, I took the signed divorce agreement and walked out of the villa.
As a light drizzle began to fall, I couldn't help but look back, hoping she would rush out to stop me. But what I saw was her supporting the wobbling Milan as they walked back inside.
I let out a sneer and resolutely walked into the rain.
At this point, I can't believe I'm still harboring fantasies about her—it's pure foolishness.
I returned to the villa my parents left me, took a quick shower, and went to sleep.
The next day, I woke up feeling dizzy with a stuffy nose and a slight fever after checking my temperature.