Chapter 1

Son dies in car accident while delivering cake to husband.

With trembling hands, I repeatedly dial my husband's number.

The one who answers the phone is his first love, Melody.

"sister, Zoran's still sleeping. Is there something you need?"

Before I can speak, Zoran's sleepy voice comes through,

"It's Melody's birthday today. Whatever it is, let's talk tomorrow."

Holding our son's urn, I call my husband, "Zoran, let's get divorced."

My husband, just fooling around with his first love, dismisses me impatiently,

"As you wish."

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Three days after our son's death, Zoran finally stepped through the front door.

Seeing me sitting silently on the couch, exhausted, he merely frowned and scolded,

"What are you doing here? You look like a ghost."

"If you want to die, go outside and do it. Don't dirty my house."

There was a sense of disgust in his tone.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, not making a sound.

Ghost?

Yes, indeed there was a ghost, but that ghost wasn't me, it was my son.

Also his son.

Perhaps my indifference provoked him, as Zoran became somewhat exasperated.

He irritably threw a hard box at me,

"I bought you a gift. See if you like it?"

I opened my eyes in pain, looking at the sapphire-colored velvet box on my body.

Looking at this box, I was reminded of the small box inside the house that contained our son's ashes.

With trembling hands, I threw the gift box to the floor.

"Let's get a divorce."

Seeing my actions, he became furious,

"I just celebrated Melody's birthday with her, is that such a big deal?"

"Besides, wasn't it you who called our son away at the end? Melody's birthday didn't even have a cake. Are you still not satisfied?"

How could it not be a big deal?Accompanying my first love on her birthday but forgetting to bring the cake, I actually sent my seven-year-old son to deliver it.

He's only seven years old!

From the moment he entered until now, he hasn't asked about our son once.

When he's with his first love, all romantic and sweet, how could he have any energy left to care about anyone else?

How could I possibly be satisfied with this?

I clenched my fists and spoke through gritted teeth, each word deliberate,

"I said, we're getting a divorce!"

Zoran's face instantly turned pitch black.

"There's a limit to this nonsense. Can you stop bringing up divorce all the time?"

He seemed to think I was using divorce to threaten him as usual, his tone becoming somewhat mocking.

As if ridiculing me for only having this method to achieve my goals.

I just stared at him steadily, without flinching.

"Fine, you asked for it."

After saying this, he sneered disdainfully,

"Don't regret it."

Zoran slammed the door shut as he left, not sparing me another glance.

I know what he's thinking, nothing more than assuming I'm just stirring up trouble again.

Before, when we had arguments, it was always me running to his locked door, begging and pleading pitifully.

But not anymore.

I stared at the blue box, identical to the one in Melody's social media post, for a long time.

Then, I smiled self-mockingly.Mick, what's left for me to love about you?

I place the signed divorce papers on the table, then turn to leave, dragging my empty suitcase behind me.

All these things Mick bought after we got married - I don't want a single one of them.