Chapter 4

After a while, perhaps not too long, they emerged.

Serenity's hair was disheveled, her clothes wrinkled, clear signs of intimate activity.

I couldn't bear to look.

Their affection was like daggers and arrows piercing my heart.

I looked down at my hands.

Caressing the ring she had personally placed on my finger during our wedding.

The vows we once made flooded back into my mind. What once moved me now made me utterly sick.

I took off the ring and tossed it into the trash can.

When I looked up, they had already left.

Back home, I packed up my belongings.

There wasn't much; I'm a minimalist.

But there were many gifts I had bought for her.

And some shared memories, all of which I threw in the trash.

When she returned, I had just laid down to sleep.

She approached me, bent down, and tried to embrace me.

The scent of another man's cologne wafted over again, and I pushed her away.

A flicker of panic flashed across her eyes.