"It's not your fault; it's just that she and I weren't meant to be."
I managed a strained smile as I said this.
I struggled through my grandmother's funeral.
Returning to the home I shared with Chloe, I lay on the sofa motionless.
It took a while before I forced myself up.
I packed up all my belongings.
This home, once familiar, now feels alien.
When Chloe agreed to marry me, I was thrilled; I designed and decorated every corner of this place.
I was so busy, day and night, but utterly invigorated, vowing to create a nest of love that Chloe would adore.
Looking at this house now made me feel utterly unfamiliar.
There was not a trace of warmth left.
The love has dissipated.
It had lost its reason to exist.
Leaving the divorce papers, I took my pitifully few possessions and left.
[Sign the papers as you wish. I'll handle the formalities in a month.]
After sending the text to Chloe, I left our former home without a backward glance.
