He reached out to take my bowl away, but forgot that the soup had just come off the stove. The scalding liquid instantly burned his hand, causing him to instinctively let go, Soup spilled all over the table.
I frowned at him, “Milo Quinn, stop fussing. I’m really full.”
But he seemed not to h
hear me, talking to me while trying to clean up the mess with his bare hands.
I watched as his hands gradually turned red, then swelled, and finally the skin began to blister from the burns.
I coldly spoke up: “Stop pretending. I won’t feel sorry for you.”
I wasn’t lying to him. Looking at his hair that had turned mostly white, I felt only an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
All of this was the result of Milo Quinn’s own doing.
He stared at me blankly, his eyes full of incomprehension, unable to understand how some people, once they decide to stop loving, can truly become so indifferent and uncaring.
After I left, Milo Quinn sat alone in the kitchen all night, as if trying to find answers there.
Soon after, he fell ill. Acute pneumonia left him so thin he was almost just skin and bones.
After recovering and being discharged from the hospital, he was plagued by insomnia, tossing and turning all night, eventually relying on medication to find moments of peace.
For his sake, the
old Mrs. Quinn even set aside her pride and begged me to visit him more often.
But I turned a deaf ear to this, unmoved.
The Quinn family accused me of being cold–blooded and heartless, even demanding that our son stop seeing his so–called mother.
But they forgot that children are not mindless dolls; they have their own judgment and emotions.
In most cases, Milo Quinn chose not to interfere when I occasionally took our son out, giving him the joy he deserved.
One month, three months, half a year… As time slowly passed, Milo Quinn finally accepted the reality that there was no longer any possibility
etween us.
But even faced with this reality, he still chose to escape.
He immersed himself in a mental world of his own construction, where I was still waiting for him in our small apartment abroad.
Whenever he took his medication and sank into dreams, we were still living the happy life we once had.
Eventually, I took legal action and filed for divorce,
The first attempt was unsuccessful.
The second time, because we had been separated for a long time and our feelings had ended, the court finally granted our divorce.
This judgment officially made me a free and independent single woman, financially secure.
I didn’t rush to buy a new place, but instead chose to thoroughly renovate my old house, turning it into a more comfortable and livable space.
During this time, a dog–owning college student had expressed interest in me, but after I politely declined, he showed appropriate maturity and respect, not bothering me further.
– suncu appropriate maturity an
I hadn’t lost hope in love; in fact, after becoming single again, I was open to men of good character.
But I no longer let love become my whole life. I focused more on my own happiness and inner satisfaction.
I knew that only by taking good care of myself could I better interact with others.
In the bustling waiting area of the airport,
I gathered with my two best friends, as close as sisters. We waved our selfie sticks, striking various poses and angles, capturing hundreds of beautiful moments in one go.
Although we jokingly criticized each other’s photography skills, we all skillfully opened our photo editing apps, carefully selecting each picture.
Just as we were immersed in laughter, a handsome gentleman happened to pass by, catching our attention.
We instantly composed ourselves, trying to maintain a dignified posture.
However, this propriety only lasted for a minute.
“Hey, do you guys feel hungry? I think there’s free instant noodles over there.”
One of my friends broke the momentary decorum.
The three of us exchanged glances and smiled, tacitly beginning a game of rock–paper–scissors to decide who would go fetch those tempting noodles.
As the game progressed, we burst into laughter again, our joyful figures reflected in the semi–transparent glass.
Looking up, beyond the tall windows, a plane was slowly taking off against the blue sky, symbolizing freedom and dreams taking flight.
