Chapter27 What’s his, is Mine

"Oh damn," I said and swiped at the first droplet of rain that fell on my cheek. I supposed that signaled the end of my reminiscing. I got up and started my walk back home. Obviously, every possibility of ending my marriage with Paris had come to an end.

However, the rain picked up and I found myself huddling underneath the shelter, a nearby bus station offered, but even after waiting there for so long, a bus didn't come and the rain refused to stop. I loved the rain, I really did, but mostly when I wasn't outside and caught in it against my own will.

I bit my lower lip and looked around, and it was only then that I remembered that Paris and I owned a house in the area. He had gotten it, presented it to me on our second anniversary, and tagged it as our little getaway harbor. We hadn't put it to much use recently, and the reason was obvious, but it was still well-furnished.